Knit one, purl one, take 7 together.

A bit of a "gannin' on day". The result of which is ... tomorrow free.
Got the shopping in, bought the stamps, dropped off @ Accountant's, etc. etc.
Three hours swanning around town with a sit down for one of Morrison's all-day breakfast thingies.

Rockall caught my eye: except, perhaps, this bloke.

While I'm hunting around the keyboard I'm forced to think of, and thank, my hirsute sibling for putting me right after all these years. I'm listening to what I STILL (In spite of "The Man's" translation) hear as
"We're fully natural and fortified" rather than
"Brim full of Asha etc"

and "Everybody needs a bosom called Flo"
in lieu of .....well, you probably hear it correctly anyway.
:¬))