Happy June?

Well no.

June invited us out for lunch a few months ago but we had to initially delay because the Bungs were coming to visit. Then again because of my unplanned visit back to Edinburgh.

Her choice was “a small steak” because she was “sick of salads”.

A lovely fillet was presented together with mash tatties and creamed spinach. Did it make her happy? That would be no. In fact it seemed that nothing would bring much of a smile to her face.

Heartburn stuff but we did our best to rise above it.

A happy welcome from the hoolies put the world to rights again.