Coffee morning

This is the way to start the week. My whisky buddy gifted me a bottle with my name on it. And from my birth year. It smells bloody lovely but not a drop has passed my lips. Yet. Funnily enough today marks exactly eight months since my last sip of booze. Nobody more surprised than me and it’s not going to last but I’m not tempted back just yet.

Apart from that, I took Osh along to hospital for a consultation and they got some helpful answers. Ruby covered for Osh in the cafe then made dinner using salad leaves from the raised beds. And then I picked up Hannah after her trip to Glasgow where she needed to dismantle all her degree show exhibits.