Blue Sky

What a difference a day makes, eh? Over by 9am to get started so I was all prepped once my turn came. And the mast came off no problem at all. So I stayed around all day to help others, including being the deck hand on Mr Thunder's sloop. Oh my word, some people are sooo disorganised.
And lunch was delivered to the Bell Block. What a lass!
Home to catch up on everything. Brexit is reaching some sort of shambolic crunch point. And the Saudis are getting so bold they reckon they can brazenly murder a prominent journalist. Doing it in their own embassy was a bit of a give away. And Scotland are really on a roll at soccer at the moment. Ahem. Hope may spring eternally, but despair is always at its heels.