Mixed

An odd day in Belfast, which saw all four seasons rotating through every 30 minutes or so. One minute hot, the next minute hailstones. And so on, and so forth, et cetera, et cetera. 

My blip was almost the bowl of baked beans that Mme Tepeka managed to up-end in the microwave this evening, causing a small explosion of expletives and a shortage of beans on our plates. Don't know why it's not, to be honest.