The walk home

Oh dear, midday football came upon me today. Really, how absurd. 12:30 kick off. What to do the rest of the day? First up, a post-match beer with the chums. Then another. By late afternoon, a Cragganmore seemed like a sensible option. Sensible? There had been some sense talked earlier, but by 5pm Independence-lite, devo-max and all the other constitutional possibilities of the post-British state had been left well behind as we sailed off into uncharted waters.
That reminds me, I'm sure there's some baguette left; I may just sneak through and layer in some peanut butter and havarti. The working week is almost upon me. To think I gave up retirement for this. Madness!