Still Game 2

I spied Jack and Victor sitting on a bench in Drymen Square this morning, having a blether and watching the world go by, so crossed over to have a chat.

As midday approached, Victor said he'd have to make tracks as his wife would be putting his dinner on the table and it was only polite for him to sit down and eat it.

Jack retorted that he felt exactly the same, the only difference being that he'd be cooking his own dinner!

A definite hint of autumn in the cold air this morning, but it warmed up nicely. Warm enough to put Turbo out in his run in the afternoon, which he seemed to enjoy. Both daughters and Mabel came to visit :-)