Guess what - another Porty High St one

We decided against a bike ride to Porty this morning. Instead we did a loop of Greater Granton; gashing their peep before a more subdued afternoon. (Shopping, mostly)

And so when we got to Porty, there was little enthusiasm. The younger one in particular did a Dmitri Payet and refused to play. He sat, head in hands, exhausted and just wanting the comfort of a sofa and some mind numbing TV to veg in front of. I took pity on him but not before snapping him in the blip. 

He's now had roast chicken and is much happier. I told him unless there's a new outbreak, then hes off the hook the next time he's here. 

In other news, the first one on the High Street has been eradicated. The race is on to get them all done before the good people of Porty clean up their town.