Here comes the weekend

Out to visit the aunt – it’s been too long, once again. Though not as long as she thought – are you eighty this year, she asked. Given that I’m two years older than her eldest, that’s something she’s usually on top of, so I found it slightly concerning. That apart, she was on the money, as ever. 
I'd taken along two apple turnovers - she cut one in half and we had half each - and she kept the other for later. Not daft.
Off down the road I beetled and then headed for a haircut. James seemed to be in a mood to welcome in the weekend, so I joined him in that.