Pick Ups

A trip to the dentist who says my teeth are very good and then charges me £30. Bargain! Then an enjoyable hour in the company of this man talking fillums and plays and soldering projects and everything.
Back for gardening - the joy of seeing so many bulbs coming through! And then a taxi service to drop the SK off awhile at the Infirmary to see the aunt. And as that was so very kind of me, she returns the favour by dropping me off at the Olde Inn to see another old crowd of the infirm. I whistled up PT - maybe not a good idea.
As he told me the following day, I like the chat about making countersinks (we all did) but anything more than that gets a bit challenging. Ha. Serves him right for bringing up his Irish passport again.