Under Instruction

A visit to the maw, who has got a bit of a chest infection, poor old thing. It's rubbish, so it is. Then a good long chinwag with the son. There may well be quite a few more.
In need of a bit of exercise I headed to the harbour where there was much activity. Yes, I threw myself into it.
After that, home to tap out some blog nonsense. Things of a political nature; irksome things, and sometimes, less frequently, insightful things. It's a kind of therapy. I've set the worlds to rights in my own little bubble. Once done, I could stand easy. Though the irk returned - that Sportscene is a right load of old pish. No MOTD2! I may need to address that.