Gone shopping

Lots of shopping. To the wood place for wood. Lots of it. Skirting. More skirting.

Popped down to the harbour to see that Pensioner fella who'd sailed his way up all the way from Granton to have a wee sandwich and a beer before heading back on the turn of the tide. Such adventures.

Then to Decathlon. The boy's feet are growing like a young boy's feet. And there were warm socks to buy. Then B&Q. For nothing. Then IKEA. For moderately-sized plastic boxes. That weren't in stock. Thankfully the unspecified "meat" balls were.