Pop Art

A spark plug arrived in the post. Apart from that, I carted off the recycling sacks full of garden clippings to the dump. And birrled myself to the top of Bruntsfield as it was one of the days when Mrs Henry dons her full PPE gear so she can use her power tools to polish up your pegs. Dons, eh? What a strange word to sneak in. Apposite as McInnes has been given his marching orders. His team haven’t scored in who knows how long and have won two in their last ten. Such is the thrilling competitive nature of our ‘top flight’ that they’re in fourth position, three points off third. How bad are the rest? Hopefully so bad that we’ll get promoted and stay up.
Later, a film, “ladies"choice (heh heh) .. Queen of Hearts. A Danish film which the SK wanted to switch off within 30 minutes as she found the lead woman so amoral and detestable. I just thought it implausible. Though we watched it all as I was interested in how it would pan out. It is now deleted despite being bought. The SK didn’t want it in her film collection online. Giant sharks and zombies are OK though. Actually, true enough.