Tastes like strawberries on a summer evenin'

That's a lie.  

It doesn't. 

it tastes like (a) strawberries (b) cream and (c) quite a doughy "sweet" bread. 

We were not thinking that we needed to find another one, and eat any more.  

One triangle in a packet.  £2.80.  Nah. 

Busy day again today.  Tooli needs hiking books.   So we drove to Go Outdoors after a lush brekkie of scrambled eggs in the garden.  

Tooli was torn between looks and usefulness.  Her Dad conceeded that the ones she had picked were both very pretty and tactical.  Win all round. 

Socks.  She needed socks.   We got socks.  Tooli was also suffering horrendously from Hayfever. Sneezing and dripping everywhere. Two antihistamins had been taken before we left (one for me) .  By the time we left Go Outdoors, we had to stop and refil on tissues, and something else for her face.  

Nose Squirt applied, she dried up enough to enjoy Jurassic Park, after we had had a wee stop off at Lapwing Gardens in Renfrew to let Si have a wee lookie at HMS Cardiff and Glasgow.

Jurassic Park was as expected.  Big Dinosaurs, cute dinosaurs, Baddies, Goodies, Expendable extras. (Not that many extras in fact, and most of them were killed off pretty quickly). 

Then home.  Poor Si had to go back up to the allotment again to top up the tanks.   He was gone for about 2 hours. Tooli took to her bed. for a nap.  

Fajitas at eight. 

Googlebox, and now..... 

Bed.  

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