The road crew are laying tarmac today. It's 90 degrees, and they reckon its 105 close to all that bubbling tar. I could certainly feel the heat coming off it as I passed by. Going to be hotter tomorrow, and they'll have run out of shade!
I met up with Wolfie for an hour at Charlie's cafe, and then he gave me a lift to the docs. It was a short visit, as my throat is definitely on the mend. I headed into town, got some bread, and then walked down to the market.
Tool Man, in his favourite vest, was holding forth on some subject of interest to him. Boring Ray and Gravel were there, and shortly after, Slimline Scott arrived. I had a few small gifts for Tool Man, including a Churchill Crown in pristine condition, that he was very pleased with. Ex-Para Steve dragged me off to see some knives on Maurizio's stall, which he had bought at auction. True to form, Maurizio told me that they were all "very rare" - the best of them were Chinese Rough Riders, the worsr badly-faked Damascus from Pakistan. The man is a fool!
I escaped back to the stall, rather than risk getting Maurizio's whipped dog look by telling him he probably paid more than retail for his 'very rare' treasures
Gravel had been to buy some Chinese food, which Tool Man was shovelling down his gullet at a furious pace. Gravel also offered round a pack of fairy cakes he'd picked up from Our Cake Man, which Tool Man had for another dessert.
With lots I need to do before going to London, I only stayed an hour, and then headed back home
