Larking About

Arted out, so I was, so when F came to call, we just lounged awhile before heading to Borough Market for brunch. And then ... HMS Belfast! Much clambering about. Much striking of "humorous" poses everywhere possible. And who knew that the ship was nearly sunk in 1939 by a mine within sight of our own wee lilac house. Jings, crivvens etc 
So that was pretty much it; onto a packed tube and the 6pm train North. 
And the house was freezing! But at least I had actually locked the back door when we left. Which had been a low level worry. After an hour or so we looked for the SK’s big bag. Nowhere. Mystified looks were exchanged. Gulp - there it was, on the pavement outside. How did that happen?