Seaside

Up first thing for a regular check up with the practice nurse. Well, I think it was her, behind her mask. She took some bloods anyway. And then on to Porty to see the son who was looking well groomed, and sporting his latest retro top. We managed a stroll along the front and had a gawp at the photographic exhibition, which includes photos from a some renowned Porty blippers. But tarry I could not, as I had an engagement up town with the ever affable MrGC, IFA. And a very nice lunch at Cafe Marlayne which we enjoyed so much that we didn’t really get down to business. So we had to beetle along to the little back garden of the Thistle St Bar to give ourselves a bit more time. And he’s such a kind chap that he bought me another drink too.