Family meal at Carrigan’s tonight, offically Carrigan’s Eating House, which I presume is supposed to make it seem “old and establised”. Either way, it’s a pub/restaurant which serves good tasty grub in good portions and doesn’t charge a fortune. Which is just as well as I’ll be paying. 😉

I’ve also asked my Dad to bring his cylinder mower with him. I think part of my hatred of grass cutting is down to the flymo’s tendency to fling the grass everywhere bar the collection bucket. I even left the wee patch of grass, in the back garden, uncut so I could try it out. What an exciting life I lead, eh!