Italian

Permission was granted by MrB for me to share this shot of my Aperol Spritz.

Earlier, a long drive north - probably seemed even longer for a tired Mr B, who preferred the floor last night to the extraordinarily uncomfortable bed in my folks’s spare room. Then some time with MrsB snr, including a garden centre trip for me, her and TallGirl, then a load of planting of pots to fill the back yard.

Dinner at a lovely Italian place in Morningside with Aunty Betty, then back to hers for the end of the football and some wine that tasted exactly like jam.