Path of predictability

So, the text came at 6am and I got to Tyninghame at 7am. Mind you, some kids rang their parents at 4am after the aerosol in the bonfire incident so I got off relatively lucky.

Poured three zombie boys into the car, dropped two off home and then made Joe a sausage sarnie while he had a shower.

After he’d dragged himself off to bed for a few hours I took a shortish spin out on the bike then Me and Mrs S took the dogs for a walk, although the whippet walked like she had a wardrobe on her back.

Pizza for dinner in the sunshine.