Brush Strokes

We were going to eat at home tonight; the children bought what they wanted to cook and D and I were going to get some steak but didn’t take into account that it was Sunday and the supermarkets were either closed or empty.
The children couldn’t be bothered to go out to eat so they decided to cook their food and told us to go out. D and I didn’t need much persuading and walked into town for steak and chips by ourselves. We had a nice dinner then walked back through the night market. This man was painting on roof tiles and selling them on his market stall.
Back at the villa now for a glass of wine and Uno with the teens.