On the March with Stevie’s Army

Son no 1 set off for Wembley this morning, more in hope than expectation.
He’s managed to blag a ticket for the game but miffed that he was travelling from a warm and sunny Scotland to a cool and very wet London!
I took part in my last ever Board meeting this afternoon (it lasted two and a half hours). I blew away the cobwebs with a walk around the town with Mr P.
So strange to be empty nesters again, albeit only for a couple of days.