Still Being Watched

This squirrel watched Paddy and I as we walked into town, never mo ed a muscle as we walked past and I doubt Paddy even noticed.
Heading into town to the fishmonger, Joshua is heading off tomorrow and he’s not had his monkfish curry yet, that was put right at dinner.

A first for Paddy, we took him home on the bus, he didn’t seem too put off by the experience.

A quiet evening, always is on the last night before leave ends, always has been, for my Dad, for me and now for Joshua.
It will continue I suspect.