Scarecrow

Nearly swerved off the road when I saw this. I was dropping Joe at Sophie’s and had, inexplicably, forgotten it is the local scarecrow festival this weekend. Made sure I parked up on the way home and wandered into the road to grab a blip.

Earlier, I’d popped along to Frederick’s for coffee (that’s a first, usually it’s old and rare drams) and it was good to catch up.

Then, Mrs S had a very positive video call with a TV industry bigwig.

Later, I made a spicy oyster mushroom stew thing that went down a storm.

Now it’s time for Champions League footie before heading out to pick the boy back up.