Something tells me it's Euro time

Walked into town and met Mr B at Blend, after his tennis. An excellent flat white, then wandered round Primark.

Mr B went home for the Footie, and Queens. And soon it'll be Wimbledon. Oh well ...that's how it is.

Seeing all the flags up in the Mary Shelley (Wetherspoons pub) is a sure reminder it's Euro 24.