Bad influence

Finally we have got going. We had to. The car had to be sorted. A very serious young man took the car and myself through the process and then gave me a big smile, said everything was fine and we have legal transport for another year. To thank the car, we washed it and hoovered it and then went shopping to fill the fridge again. I flopped for a few hours after that until it was cool enough for the beach to give Ben a bit of his summer back.

Meanwhile the fiesta is underway. We just caught the end of the unicipal band and then found this lad enjoying strutting his style to some local boys. The full length colour version made the context more obvious, but I loved the look in his eye. Very Brighton Rock.