Hors

A hot day - what a grand day to do a shift in the attic. Though I did escape (none too briefly actually) to the recycling centre aka the dump. The air con in the car seems fookt, but luckily the electric sunroof miraculously still works.
Later we drove down to Porty way to await the arrival of the son. And he was delayed to such an extent thanks to Ms Minogue playing at the castle that we had to go sit awhile outside the Espy. 
So, after dropping off some essentials and bidding him goodnight, it was back for a double bill of Back to Life. And after that I could hardly keep my eyes open. So I didn’t.