Olives

This is one of those dreaded EBs. Drab winter days with no mist are really not conducive to blipping.

If you don't like olives you won't think much of it, but I am rather partial to them. Especially the ones stuffed with anchovies or blue cheese.

I don't have time to muck around as Helen arrives back at 10pm. We are going down after John's Rotary meeting tonight to pick her up.
Hardly necessary when she has spent the last 3 weeks getting herself across the world and back, but he thought it his fatherly duty and we can stay the night and combine it with a couple of things we have to do in Sydney tomorrow.