The Tide is High

A day of minky malinking. And the rain it did lash down and the wind blew. But that was the morning, so we took her off to get even wetter, at Ainslie Park Swimming Pool. And there was little Jools and Rog and Eve! The nippers played together while we adults sat in the kids pool up to our necks discussing upcoming festival events. Quietly. We didn’t want to stand out tooo much.
After lunch, as the weather brightened, I whisked her out to Ocean Terminal Waterstones to get some fun memory game cards. And then we got the tram back. Cheap entertainment. Even better followed - we arrived home exactly at high tide, and with the wind in from the north east there were waves to watch! 
Later, off to meet the chums - only four this week. Much mourning. The sad passing of Robbie Shepherd. Take the floor! MrT, being a cockney geezah, had never heard of him. He’d been at the Jazz bar before meeting up for a pre-pint pint, and was well “on his way” shall we say before I got him one for the road. He may well have Taken the Floor once home.