Un día de comida blips.

The family were keeping a low profile today after over-indulging in the vino into the early hours (the males, not the females, who stayed in and watched the dragon battle episode of Game of Thrones on a smartphone: sacrilege, that needs to be screened on a massive tv).
The first food porn blip is of my lunch in town on a grocery trip.
The second is of the stuffed aubergines I enjoyed in the company of the family (mostly on soft drinks) in the evening. I took the Yorkies along as it's an outdoor restaurant and the owner knows the dogs. Big mistake. Excited by all the fuss and attention, and newly discovering his hormones, Buster tried to consummate a crush he's formed on Minnie (12 years his senior and never been, er, kissed). All the way to the bar, under the table during the meal, and all the way being dragged back to the car, for over two hours he was "wrestling" Minnie - the word given to #1GS for what he was trying to do. The walk of shame after the meal, dragging two wrestling dogs, attracted some tourist attention: "Mummy, what are those dogs doing?". "Don't look dear, it's not nice. The local riffraff should respect visitors".
In all the fuss I forgot to look for the Perseids meteor shower. Bummer.