Home is where the pens are

Megan and I spend the day at home. She’s putting the world to rights, while I do paperwork.

Pasta with wild-garlic and nettle pesto for lunch (thanks, Helen). Then I head to Straiton to hand over Claire’s power supply to Hamish.

A riveting Netherurd Memorial Hall AGM where I narrowly keep my coveted position as treasurer by cunningly having no one at the AGM except for other committee members.