Bubbles

Somebody had a bubble machine yesterday, which made us remember we had one, but then make the mistake of mentioning it, so the first words this morning were about the bubble machine. 

So bubbles before breakfast, and at regular intervals for the whole day. 

Reached maximum garden pleasure today sitting in the sunny corner with a beer and a newspaper while dinner was being cooked. 

Before that there was a cycle (2 bikes) to Cramond, with a stop at the amazingly transformed Boardwalk Cafe, lunch at home then the first ever  3-bike cycle to the allotment for the plant sale.  Got some new strawberry plants, and some actual straw to put around them.  

And much more.  Like winning the lottery today.