Good afternoon, folks. Trust you're recovering OK, Kaz.
Very warm here and the sun's now out; Mrs O completed three washing loads this morning so Ossie has been perched on the rotary clothes line with his beak full of pegs. Why do the plastic ones always fall apart?
On loading up the car at the supermarket this morning, I thought we'd had the side of the car keyed from front to back.
However, a bit of spit 'n polish soon brought the marks off, and in retrospect, I think the cause was more likely branch whiplash as I recall, meandering down one of the back roads earlier in the week, I had to hurriedly drive into a hedge to make way for one of they turbocharged farm tractors with a wide rake on the back ....
Lunch at a local pub, a new one for us. Perhaps a slightly limited menu but all very nicely presented. Mrs O had a goat's cheese salad whilst the bird indulged in a bacon and melted brie sandwich with frites! £23 odd with 2 coffees.
Mrs O now attempting to enter a state of Zen as she has a blood pressure check up at the quacks around 5:00. I have been firmly admonished not to wind her up ....