Pay Day

Up town for a haircut and then, sitting in the window of a coffee shop, who came ambling past but the SK. So I was pressed into service as the mule round M&S and on to the bus. Though, it being late afternoon, and the bus slinking past Newhaven very slowly, I cheekily made my escape to the Dreadnought.
But blimey, no sooner had I settled to sup and continue my perusal of the Friday G2, than a message came in that MrT was in the Starbank. A quick glug and up sticks. So, we were soon in there - MrT, Wendy, their son J and the SK. Seems there’s some 50% aff deal over at the Loch Fyne eatery y’see.
Now, back to that G2. That Bradshaw can be a bit of a prat.