MoT from the DfT

Breakfast was a delight again, looking over Teviotdale to the Cheviots and a cloudless blue sky: magic. Then the postie popped some political pamphlets through the letterbox, including the contribution from Reform UK. A cursory look had me on the verge of spraying my toast and coffee over the table. I'm a fan of free speech but this lot are taking that right to the edge. I'll be popping that back in the post box with a curt 'return to sender 'message scribbled on it in sharpie. 

Then to Kelso (again) for the van's MOT and a pootle about on my bike whilst I waited. A shonky track rod end was the diagnosis but it does help to be able to steer a vehicle, so I didn't grudge the repair. I was afforded the time to study the wide range of falafel and vintage apparel shops oft found in border towns.  

Back home to fit the cat with an RF chip so that we can track his movements. It's loosely based on the tagging technology used to monitor curfews and conditions of a court or prison order. It seems appropriate as he's a homicidal maniac responsible for many, many deaths. We're using it as he's no spring chicken and getting a bit forgetful, so it'll save us time if we have to go looking for him. 

Nancy had picked a large punnet of strawberries from the garden and we enjoyed a Greek salad before tucking into the strawbs. Delicious.