What a funny old day.
Funeral in the morning, marking the passing of dear Doris. She made tablet of exceptional quality. Better than my mother’s, even though I am not supposed to say that. And she shared one of life’s great insights with me - only thing I can Blip about that is “mashed potato”. Rest easy, Doris, you are one of a kind.
Out of focus afternoon. That kind of day I guess.
An evening of relaxed company with a pair of old friends. One, a fellow blipper, t’other a rather fine bottle of Talisker.