A Friday beer

A blessed morning of not having to spring out of bed and stare bleakly at Keith staring back at me. 

Instead Lorraine and I had a cheery day making bits of progress on the house. Lorraine's pal Carolyn called around for lunch, and to offer all kinds of useful gardening advice. Carolyn is planning to move to Scotland to buy a place with her man Ron.

In the afternoon off to a nearby garden centre to buy soil and so on, and we started to plant some of the 350 bulbs Lorraine has ordered. Meanwhile Anton called to talk about the ghastly week he had running a business event. 

Lorraine and I hurried off to The Boot at 5pm to have a drink with Steve. It was full of folks, and Steve greeted us very cheerfully at the bar, and the staff all joined in asking when we had moved and so on. All very nice. Soon were quaffing pints of Harvey's Old ale from the tap. Bloody lovely, and very nice to see Steve again now that we are neighbours. Better still was actually having a beer in a pub with Lorraine on a Friday night. A very rare event in recent times.

After a bit, we bade Steve farewell till tomorrow, and returned home. Lorraine had cunningly put some food on the oven timer, and when we arrived back at home for about 7:30 the food was ready and cooked.