Yesterday, waiting for the last bus of the Spring term, lemonhead Barky and my eldest.

waitingSounds like the title of a great album, but it’s not, it’s just part of the daily round. A great part, waiting for the bus and talking about the yesterday, tomorrow, or even just what we’re hoping for today. And after the girls are picked up, me and the barkster will wend our way to work and the wooden shed, the first cup of tea and the Borders Biscuit club – well, I’ll have the drink – Barty may get a few crumbs if he’s lucky.