Steps

So, the days are now counting down. And last night involved a fair bit of gallivanting - first to Kay's then Bell's Diner - hadn't been there for ..well.. decades. A fine place though. Then on to the usual port of call to find that it was F's birthday (well only once midnight arrived) - so we stayed for that, of course.

Another thing I did was rejoin Scran - that most excellent resource of digital images, n'stuff of yesteryear. Of course you can just idly waste hours in there like Youtube looking at car crashes and other nonsense. If you're not a member you can only see thumbnails, whereas members can see full screen image.
Here's one they have I know well - the white Morris Minor is my Grandad's. He'd driven up from his house in Kirkcudbrightshire, old chap that he was, to my sister's wedding in April 1971 and got a bit lost. I guess he really shouldn't have been driving - he died two months later back at his home.
Right! Two more days to go....