Tea and tapas

I ate what was, essentially, a cheese and honey toasted sandwich. It was good.
Woman ( in her 50s) in the pastel class is being taken on a date to an exhibition at Tate Liverpool to see some abstract work that she doesn't like. She said, quite seriously, she was going to have to pretend to like it. Worrying. Not good.
Weather good.
Ankle not good.
G slipped my 50 quid for some new pastels. Good.
State of the world......