Tide’s Out

With MrB along the seafront at Wardie and up to help the daughter who is receiving a load of flowers from the Netherlands on some monster truck. Although she’s enjoying the graphic work it’s clear that she still loves working with flowers and the occasional wedding can be reasonably lucrative. Having saved a tenner on the transaction, she treats me to a pint over in Herringbone. But tarry I cannot, as Ms Honey (as she is termed) needs taken for a run on the beach. And a dump. Delightful. Which she refuses to do. Hurrah! Not my problem.
On to the Diggeries and as much blethering as ever. Probably too much I realised as the last bus home whistled past me.