The Players

The daughter called in with the weans but delightful though their company was, I couldn’t stay. I was off for our final rehearsal, without our whistler, but including the third singer. Gadsakes, I’m not in my comfort zone. Wish I’d stuck to guitar.
Later, over to the boatyard to drill a little bit of sheet metal and then attach said sheet metal construct (with its ball on top) to the pinnacle of the wendy house. Then some TV. We’d finished Wolf Hall some days ago so being in need of a bit of drama we’re back to Better Call Saul as we only watched season one. Oh it’s rather good. Classy, as the SK would say. And The Walking Dead: Daryl Dixon. What’s the opposite of classy? And no, it’s not classless.