Stage set

Up town to that Traverse to see Mac the Knife, another terrific play by Morag Fullerton, with an excellent talented group of actors who can sing and dance and play music! Of course, the SK hated it. Not highbrow enough, probably, haw. Onwards to Boots where I picked up the new prescription shades. I look sooo cool in them. Though a white stick would probably be a good addition. 
The manager dude serves us - and he starts telling me all about the curvature of the eye, long and short distance corrections and stuff, and I listen respectfully. But then he really starts getting into his full David Brent persona, (the goatee should have been a warning) telling us how the department was mostly recruited personally by him, and how he knows when he goes on holiday that it just runs itself. How has service been today? Excellent, I stammer… "could I ask you to fill in the online questionnaire" he asks, jotting down the details on a card. "And could I point out that where something is graded from 0 to 9, that an 8 marks me down, it’s really got to be a 9, that’s how high this department’s standards are.” 
Say no more.
Later out hob-mobbing at a Forth Neighbourhood Network event to consider a whole load of grant applications to improve the local environment, and then on to the Diggeries, following Hearts v Aberdeen on Twitter. The last minute equaliser, ET, and then the penalty shoot out where the dandies miss all three of their penalties, ha, and as we score all our first three, we’re off to Hampden again. And we’re rubbish!