Morsel

I've always liked that word.
While M was trapped in a day of trains and management-bollox-speak, I slept on in the morning, having been woken up several times in the night.
My premolar has decided to start a maxillary abscess. Hooray! I should wrap a bandage round my face, in the style of cartoons in the Topper in the 1960's ;)
Later on, it was up to the Inverleith allotments to pick up some trial potatoes. Three tubers of a variety called Lymm Gray (yes, Lymm with two Ms) from 1903. Let's see how they do...