Porty

It was nice to have a short (very short) walk at Portobello after dinner, which feels a bit more like normal.

Managed to pick the gooseberries from the forgotten bush in the back garden. I was a bit nervous, as about half of them were half-eaten by wasps or were lying fermenting on the ground. I don't know much about wasps, but I can't imagine they're the jolly, friendly kind of drunk.

Delicious tart dessert.