Christmas at the Cafe

After a morning of pottering around, I met Nicoiseannie at the cafe in Beds Growers for a lunchtime catch-up.
I was on the hunt for a front door wreath, this is where I got one last year, but they only had bare holly ones or artificial ones.
They are having some more in, so I may return.
Then home via a quick stop in town, the plumber was already there replacing our outside tap which had stopped working. Think it had frozen… anyway it’s fixed now.
Then son Greg arrived to collect his cadet kit boxes and has now transported them to Kempston.
He is coming back on Christmas Eve for a visit.
My blip is cafe life at Christmas.