To a Point

A bit of a frustrating day to a point, given that it was a holiday and it felt that either I'd get loads accomplished or else get a really much deserved breather. And of course it fell between the proverbial stools. So much like life.
But then, the evening, and a viewing of Son of Saul. Claustrophobic, intense and brilliant.
On the way home we got off the bus by the sea at the usual new howff. The kitchens were still open and a couple of old guys were singing Kinks covers. And I texted the daughter when Hazard popped in the equaliser to hand Leicester the title - not aware she was watching on ten minutes delay. Whoops. Still, a fine end to the day.