Followed by a catch up with the Mullins clan. We met them at the James Squire bar on King St wharf for a refreshing ale and champers. Then we dined (for T's continuing birthday celebrations) at Malaya.


Stuff I want to say, things to remember, a diary?, maybe.
Followed by a catch up with the Mullins clan. We met them at the James Squire bar on King St wharf for a refreshing ale and champers. Then we dined (for T's continuing birthday celebrations) at Malaya.


a wee bit of grinding and welding and...
Boy Child has a scooter.
After a lengthy court case I was able to prove that some people do actually garden at night and aren't necessarily burying the dismembered corpses of meddling neighbours.