Wobbly

It's chained on, but it still seems a bit precarious to me.
Another glorious day spent doing some mundane nothings and some hurry up and wait.
Pork sausages. Well, we've only been able to find one brand of pork sausages that seems the  closest to our memories of sausages in Britain. AFAIK, only one chain of stores sells them so in order to have breakfast favourites  this upcoming weekend, I had to make my very roundabout way there to get them.

The boss has been looking at cruises again. After our underwhelming experience of a year or so ago, she just wants to "dip her toes in the water again" so to speak.
Having found a few possibilities on line that the fit the bill of being very short ones and as cheap as possible, (I think that's an oxymoron, cheap cruise), we waited impatiently  for a call back from a "cruise specialist".
Eventually, it got done, Vancouver to San Francisco in 6 weeks time. I was able to snag the flight home on points. What's that phrase about happy wife, happy life again?

Another soiree round at the one of the neighbours finished off what felt like a long day.


Ah well...