A local lad made good

Mrs S and I went down to the garage first thing so Ali could have a look at the warning lights. Turns out it was a dodgy turbo, which he’s fixed. We walked back up the hill past the memorial to the local lad who signed the Declaration of Independence. Obviously needed to be blipped given the date.

Lovely walk and a natter and then back to the video calls.

Delicious dinner this evening of roast cod on a bed of roasted vegetables and a rare night when it’s just the two of us (plus the two demanding canines).