Any Porto

I think I've got my days all muddled. On Friday - that was yesterday, I got a long overdue haircut and Terry spared me the razor for once, giving me a scissor cut instead. As instructed. But not by me, confusingly enough, y'see. I'm merely a conduit, of sorts.
And I also had a good nose at electric ovens. One's that'll cook muffins to perfection. Which is apparently very easy. But only with a good oven.
So... Saturday, eh? Blimey.
We were in Porto and Fi later - six of us. Some theatrical outing had been called off. Not for any great reason; it was just a bit wet. Nothing too dramatic.