Bert's Warning

I was so cold after this morning’s swim the singing on the drive home was even more raucous than usual - a deafening mashup of jazz standards and hymns from my childhood, interspersed with some very rude words.   Mum would turn in her grave.   

Later we went to the Glasshouse at Another Place by the lake for birthday pizza for the soundman. Glorious sunshine, ahead of the storm. Batten down.