Holy Moly

When I threw on my old comfy cardy to take the pug down the hill it became apparent that we hadn’t succeeded in banishing all of the moths.

Despite the fashion faux-pas I still accompanied Mrs S and the pug into the Lanterne Rouge for coffee after our walk. The focus of conversation is on the closure (again) of the Goblin Ha’ so I think I got away with it.

Finished the day strongly with bangers and mash, plus onion gravy. That’s just about used all the first crop potatoes (Pentland Javelins and King Edward’s) so I can get started on the Java spuds next.