The teatime pint - well, I'd been hard at it, nicking stones from the beach for the rockery. Before that though, and after the son's weekly birl out to the suburbs, we were off to see Safe Place at the Traverse - the final one of the season. Glad we went as it was quite excellent - thinly based around Germaine Greer and transgender politics. A thought provoking piece - especially to the old tanky* feminist I was with.
So back to that teatime pint - it was so good, and the thrapple so dry that it wasn't alone.


*stalinist