PA delivery

I'm thinkin' of no one in my mind
Sedan delivery
is a job I know I'll keep
It sure was hard to find.

The birds sing noisily in Kinghorn, but I’m already awake. It makes a change for it to be daylight, joining the morning rush hour driving across the bridge.

Very little disturbs my day. At three I head down to Smiddyhill to await Angus’ PA delivery. I take the trailer, but Tom brings them in a transit van, so he just follows me up to the house.

We manhandle the four sub-woofer bins and two tops into the shed. He’s just driven from mid-Wales, and is impatient to get back. “It’s always sunny when I come to Scotland,” he remarks, as he heads off.