No cars in the garage

Shoals of dead fish float on the lakes,
But Uncle Sam's on Mars
And science is making the same mistakes,
But Uncle Sam's on Mars
No one down here knows how to work the brakes,
But Uncle Sam's on Mars

Angus takes the 101 to Edinburgh for his 2nd interview. He says it went well. There are 6 candidates for 3 apprenticeships, so the odds are good. Fingers crossed.

On the way back from the bus stop I visit Bill. He's making slow progress with his garage/ancillary accommodation, but it's coming along. It'll be a while before it becomes home to his family of motorcycles. And maybe there will, eventually, be two cars in the garage.

Claire's out on the west coast planning her yacht master test for tomorrow. She's not hopeful - apparently her trainer repeatedly called her a "fanny"!

I collect Gáspár from Lanark. We're working on the book tomorrow, and in fact start right after tea - lamb curry and blackcurrant crumble.

Megan gives up her room for Gáspár. She'll get it back tomorrow.