Max loves Lesley

Lesley - who I hadn't seen in an age but is reassuringly still on the same level on the bonkers scale as me - and I headed out to a proper grown up event at Aberdeen Uni. We pretended to be professional ladies, not of the night you understand, but of the world. The speaker took an early shine to us chatting away, confiding his misdemeanours before the audience started to traipse in. He was good, and very in the way of my eccentric (I like to think so) and fantastic great Uncle Jack. Then it was back to the house, for some vino, jibber jabber and rabid puppy attacks. Poor Lesley got no peace in the morning after crashing for the night, Max doing his very best to ruin Proper grown up work clothes.