Aside from all the crap, I actually got an all to rare unfettered Saturday.

We loafed around until 10, and hit Nike to score £5 hoodies for Tom and £11 trainers too. Needless to say G saw the hoodie and now wants one... I hope they have them in stock still tomorrow...!

We trailed up to the Meadows to collect from tennis and then went back a couple of seasons to Leith for the festival gala day; normally you cannot get a bet on about the weather, but for once, it was grey and chilly. We did a couple of rides and had a very brief charge around; bought holiday dvds fae Paul and fled for the museum (she had worked out - generously - that seeing I had the boys Saturday night, she might try and get G to stay over too and get herself a (it has to be said much needed) night off.  With a recent track record of hell raising, I felt it doomed, but as I type, the three are all in bed, asleep and they all had a riot (in a mostly quiet way).

So yeah.

The sense of dread before going on the ghost train....