Rubbish sleep but Saturday continued on regardless; up and out to Spartans; still cold but dry. Alex done good; paired with Lachie v 3 they knuckled down and lost, but narrowly and with considerable fight.

Tom meantime weaseled his way into the breakfast club; pool and sausage sandwiches! Which left me free to freeze on the touchline.

Home for lunch (full breakfast) and then Christmas shopping commenced; to Craigleith on the bikes and a potter about (mostly successfully) - we came home laden via Morrisons.  

And Netflix - Arthur Christmas? and home made pork /chilli/ginger/lime burgers in wraps. 

A quiet Saturday evening in. MOTD finally sent me to sleep (or maybe the Dadvent whisky contributed?)