The Well Trimmed Birch

The boys were back to finish off the correct tree, I was glad to see. Then I was off to a yard work party for tomorrow is lift out for those that wish. Not me, no. For the first time, the boat is staying in over the winter. 
I was intending to go straight to a public house for a final teatime pint (for 16 days….ahem) as the senior service crew were gathering in the Diggers for that very reason. But the rain started tipping down, and well, Friday night back home suddenly seemed very inviting. Though the BBC turned up at the Diggers and a couple of the old lags made a TV appearance shambling out the place at 6pm. 
An evening film - White Riot on Curzon. A blast from the past indeed, though a bit more music wouldn’t have gone amiss. 
And we managed to squeeze in HIGNFY - just how bad was Nicky Morgan? She had nothing to say. No quick wit. No slow wit! But she laughed at everything. Hahaha she went. Hahaha, she went again. Hahahaha. "Baroness." The last laugh.