Go with the flow

Eve had a pal sleeping over last night. Her pal's mum struggled a wee bit getting here from the Borders as they've had a lot of snow down there. But pick up was done eventually. As was my supermarket sweep. And my blip.

By 9am I'd placed the pork joint in the slow cooker with the spicy barbecue sauce, fed the dugs, picked up pug crap and managed a quick burst on the trainer. So, I'm going to enjoy the Drygate IPA I bought as a pulled pork pitta accompaniment.