Summertime with Stickers

Minky day and a glorious day outside; after joy tots and Leith Library I was keen to get out there and enjoy some of it. She seemed not at all keen at all. Insects are her latest dislike – sufficiently so that she just wanted to play indoors all afternoon. I did manage to entice her out briefly with a sticker book. 

Then I was off to a leaving do up at Milne’s Bar – yes, a chap I’d recruited thirty years ago was retiring and he’d remembered his old boss man and some of the team. How very lovely of him – and the old employer, now fully back in private hands, had put £250 behind the bar. That’s more like it! Good old BlackRock.
Onward at 9pm to meet the old chums. Young Tom, the youngest of the crew and not so regular an attendee as he used to be, had turned sixty. We’re all officially old codgers now. Anyway, we got him some gin and fancy dancy trendy wendy glasses, and in return he put his hands in his pockets and bought us a round of very fine whiskies. He must come again. 
And the big news, Brian Wilson has passed away. I was about to get all expansive about the brilliance of California Saga, one of my (“all time”) favourites, before I checked and discovered it was written by Al Jardine. Whooops. Still Brian apparently sang that opening line: On my way to sunny Californ-i-a, and then left the studio.