No laughing matter

The Borders train cancelled. Again. Wullie was the only one laughing.

So it was nicely baking by the time two trainloads of folk crammed into one train on the hottest day of the year.

On the plus side, the meetings went well and there were cold beers in the fridge when I got home. Joe is at a party on Gullane beach but as Cam is picking them up I’m off duty.