Ukrainian tea

We spent most of the morning and early afternoon in the garden, interspersed with making trips to the tip. The Minx is determined that everything will be right for Abi's birthday party, next week. 

Around four, we set off for the station, as Dan and I were taking the train down to London. It wasn't too bad, as train journeys go, and we got in maybe thirty-five minutes later than scheduled. 

At which point, we parted ways, me taking the Victoria Line south to Mum's and him north, to meet some friends. 

I was at Mum's by nine, and had a nice catch up with her while drinking some tea that Izzy brought her from Ukraine.