Another scorcher

Last Saturday when I was in Porty I didn’t know our good friend was going to have a heart attack on the beach that afternoon and leave this world. So it was a bit strange to be back seven days later. But life goes on and I met up with Joe after his football to handover a few essentials for the week ahead then run him back to the flat.

Home to sit in the sun, half-heartedly watch the Vuelta and the footie before making Guacaroni. In my absence Mrs S and Ossian had been picking blackberries so that’s pudding sorted.