The Owl and the Pussycat.

Euphemia and I went to Eyemouth for really beautiful fish and chips.

Among subjects for discussion was the fact that she has to attend a dinner tomorrow at work.

"It won't finish until 9.30"

"I'm having a dinner at work tomorrow and it won't finish until 12.30"

"That's not dinner, that's lunch".

"That depends how English middle-class you are".

I knew before it came out that I shouldn't have said it. The bruising will go down eventually.

She fights quite well for a posh bird!

Massive sail.

View of the bay from the chippie in Eyemouth, Scotland.