A Clutch at Straw

Faffed about doing not a lot today other than backing up photos and recovering 60Gb's worth of space on my hard drive (must start doing a bit more judicious editing before it gets like that again) before the Scotland v Serbia match on TV. Watched those two teams faff about for a bit and watched Levein being judged and convicted of his crimes through Twitter. All that sunshine down in Rio will play havoc with our Northern European blue-tinged skin and freckly ginger dispositions anyhow, so maybe it'd be a blessing in disguise if we stayed at home and just watched it all on the telly. Again.

Early days though.

Summoned up enough energy after that for a run out on the bikes and popped along to see if the predicted eggs had appeared. They had, and only a day or two late. A clutch of Tractor Eggs waiting to hatch. Just a pity the sun wasn't shining this time. In fact, we were almost caught out by how dark it got - the street lights were on by the time we made it back in the gloom. Not liking that at all.