Not a Bridge

I dropped Mrs Smith off at Dunbar Station this morning and, with some effort, stopped myself blipping the Bridge To Nowhere. So, just the beach then Asda it was.

Mrs S will be swanning around that London for the next few days. I did some paperwork before she left and knocked up a culinary masterpiece for the twins - fried eggs, chips, beans and plenty of thick buttered white bread - I know my audience.