Whatever that means
Aye. It is.
It was late back from friends’ when I posted this but actually there’s not much more to say about the day. Worked on work on the sofa and then continued on the sofa updating my campaign of haunting the council about cycling around these parts. I’m going for a water torture approach: drip, drip dripping. An incessant noise in the background.
Then out for a barbecue that was not going to be deterred by a bit of mere rain. No. We sat outside (under a big tent/gazebo) and ate scorched meat and drank beer. It was when the schnapps appeared that it all started to go awry.