Oh Lonesome Me

Yes, while she was out and fancy free, I cracked on with a bit more step construction and then decided I really need more materials. Off to Thistle Supplies at the Gyle again, but this time I strolled through the shopping centre afterwards. Waves of nostalgia. I was here, back then. A younger man. Oh, the pruffundditty. 
And then I had a task with the neighbourhood gardening group. There was a requirement for a man, I mean a person, with a strimmer. But let’s not be too gender sensitive here: it’s a man sized strimmer. Well, so I thought until I saw Martyn’s (the guy clearing the land next to ours) - he’s got a petrol one! Sheesh!!