Whatever that means
The usual Sunday nonsense – a wee long lie, grub, beer bottled, pictures drawn with the weans. Bikes fixed – the rear wheel on the Genesis had its three broken and two very loose spokes fixed. The broken mudguard attachment was replaced and the worst of the gunk taken off the chain. Then a wee five mile circuit of the village to keep the 100% record intact. The leftovers of Ewan’s tea from yesterday was combined with next week’s soup for tea and the egg whites that weren’t needed for his custard became meringues. Tasty.
And all this seems to have happened yesterday. Weird things have been happening with EXIF but it seems easy enough to reallocate.