Gone to The Dogs...

..the restaurant in Hanover Street I'm talking about of course, where a nice lunch and chat was had with dwalletta. Fortunately there was a sofa handy at the foot of the stairs where she could recover from me insisting on paying the bill. As you can see from her expression that doesn't happen very often.

The extra is a shot I took whilst hanging around waiting to catch a bus back to Fife as all the trains home had been cancelled until further notice. I'm easily distracted by bright, shiny things fortunately.