Happy St Andrews Day

We started the day with a call from the bank. Someone had ordered a pizza and an Apple computer using Mrs F's bank card details. For delivery to their home address. The intellect is not strong in this one. Police already feeling a collar. But oh, the hassle of changing one's own card.


Then our builder's household had acquired Covid, so for once we're not complaining he had previously gone off on another job for a while. No work on our renovation for a bit, but we do hope he and his family are all OK.


Still, with fortune and a fair wind, our last St Andrew's day as a colony. Here's the view from our window.