Chapel dwelling

Visited Bill this evening. As befits a chapel dweller he was feasting on a trencher laden with sea bass, potatoes and a tomato fry up, supping on a bottle of fine, French red.

We listened to this year's Neil Young album (innarestin') and surfed the web looking for just-the-right log splitter (he'd prefer to build one himself).

I dropped him off at Julie's and headed home.