Back, with beer

Despite my worst fears, Mr B survived a scary channel crossing and very windy journey down through France to arrive home this afternoon just as the house was filling with the aroma of roast duck.

He, as you can see, adjourned to the terrace with beer (from Cumbria). Other treats imported from the Southhall Tescos included ginger beer, vanilla extract, prawn cocktail crisps, galaxy chocolate, mustard oil (?) and a pristine copy of the Saturday Guardian. I think the last one has me most delighted!

The 'new to us' car is mostly fine, apart from a long list of ailments rattled off by Mr B. (I'm to take it to the garage for the once over!) The downside of all this excitement is that I'll need to drive Mr B to the airport tomorrow morning at a time brought to you by the number four. So bed soon....