Memories

Well, it turns out 2016 wasn't so bad after all.

I took myself out for an early bike ride, then we had Mrs Smith's mum round for lunch and a good bit of chat. Including an update from Ruby who came home after her adventures on Princes Street last night.

Then, it was time to open the memory jar and recount all the highlights of the year, from Whitby to Mallorca and from exam results to duck gangbangs.

Listening to Fleet Foxes now who are competing with the hailstones hammering off the window.