MOTD and then out into a brighter if somewhat breezy day. To procure jeansfor one son, undergarments for the other.

So the trusty 19 took us into town, and using the tail wind negotiated the length of Princes St with a bonus McDonalds stop.

A 23 to see Her....not a good look. A return to mid November's blip. Lots of catalysts but one central theme ... the lass' behaviour is the straw that's breaking the camel's back.
Thankfully the boys were largely oblivious and so off we went, homeward. To think. Again.

This is written with hindsight and I knew even then that Monday morning would see a regrouping.

Soup making and pie making and dinner and uniform scavenging and diagrams for the board on West Shore Road took up the evening