Down into town with Wilf to escape the cacophony of Freddie Mercury in chorus with Madame Bay and the hoover. A relaxed morning coffee and bowl of water with the beer and absinthe crowd. We seem to have crossed some rubicon of acceptance. One of the absinthe imbibing gentlemen has a new maroon and chrome motability scooter which we were cordially invited to inspect. 'C'est magnifique!' I said, hoping that the enthusiasm sounded convincing. Do you think there are laws about drinking and driving motability scooters? If so he was over the limit by the time most folks are thinking about their second cup of coffee. Wilf gave me a look that called to mind that old Janis Joplin line : " Now that I'm here, where am I?"
Back home via the chocolatiere and the florists.