Not Guilty

The prediction for a biblical downpour came to pass so I drove Joe along to Porty for his football this morning and then squeezed in a smash and grab at the Musselburgh Tesco (plus a blip) before going back to get him.

Home to find John and Dot had arrived in their motor home so I set to making a cottage pie while Mrs S chatted to Ruby, there was a smell of gas in the flat and Ruby managed to get an emergency call out. Just as well as there was a gas leak! All sorted now.

So it’s a quiet evening catching up with our guests and probably me asking too many questions about life on the road. Very taken with their vehicle though.