Old Banes

I avoided Mr Murray's tennis match - I knew it would just tie my stomach in knots, so I did what I always think is 'a good thing' i.e. a bit of the old physical exertion (OK, this is just a brisk walk wherever, listening to whatever). And then a bit of mental stimulation; today this was a visit to the exhibition at the National Museum about David Livingstone. Not an exhibition that really appealed, but you always pick up something, do you not. Even if it is just confirmation that Jack McConnell really shouldn't try and grow facial hair.
Feeling suitably virtuous, a bottle can now be uncorked, Sunday papers opened and ... oh, did I tell you I don't have work in the morning?
Pip pip!