Sign of the times

An empty eye socket and a recent duelling scar. It’s the end of days. Mind you, given the recent attitude of the steroid fuelled pug the end would probably be a blessing.

This morning, me and Mrs Smith took ourselves along to The Humbie Hub for coffee and cake. This afternoon my condiment audit was happily interrupted by Ron and Auntie Sue who popped in for a natter. Later there was burgers and banter.