Once again I find myself at the cafe for dinner.
Monday saw me walk into the dentist . . . and walk out some £278 the poorer . . . . but my teeth seem to be working, so that's good.
Some time wasting prat who was supposed to be collecting the Suzuki GT 250 this week has failed to show or even reply to emails.
Sunday was dull but fairly mild - so the TCT went down to the cafe for dinner . . . . .again.