Missus

Went out for some messages including to the market, which was quietly hoachin' with folk in the sunshine. Bumped into Gillian and Mel at Stewart Bremner's stall and managed finally to coincide with the fine cheese man. In the evening went to the Vaults to meet up with F and M to eat, blether, and drink a toast to an old friend of M's who'd died this week.

The eiders have resumed position on their special dozing plank.