Foggy

A trip over to watch the football. On the Bridge, I wondered if the match would be going ahead, with the fog so thick.
A helluva game, when the mighty Pars came back from being 2-0 down to win 3-2, with the last kick of the ball.
We managed to waste a penalty in the process, too. Nails-bitten-to-the-quick stuff.
When I got back to town, I was very glad to be told that Bignonsense's and Shandonner's soiree was still going, so I made my way up to Shandon to meet a few folk, have a blether and fight Meatbag for the remains of the food :)
Lovely day.