Wanted: A Sausage

Dd: Have you got a blip for today?
Bb: Goodness, no!
Dd: I haven’t got a sausage!
[Bb whips out phone, shifts some papers into position, says, ‘Smile!’]
Bb: There! I’ve got my sausage!

Back in Barcelona monitoring progress in Greenock with Mum. All holding up, but delicate still.