Great menu, strange patrons (no, really)

Nice long stroll with the Cistern Kid, followed by Sunday roast at the weirdy Surrey Cricketers in Windlesham.

Writing: 'Junior' ready for flash fiction comp, and 'Abra Cadaver' discovered in notebook and typed up for butt-wiping later.

Drinking: lassi (what else?)

Listening to: birds (or 'boids' if you're from New Jersey - sorry, that's 'Noo Joisey')