The Walk Home

Goodbye to the working week. And straight home - for haggis, neeps and tatties. I'm glad to report that at least there was no sulky sullen dame waiting there. That's probably because I made such an excellent job of mashing the potatoes. Blimey, that sounds like some euphemism from the Urban Dictionary. It probably is, but I'm too tired to go and find out.
Night, all!