Wee Ruthiealike

Wednesday so it must be granddaughter day. Hooray! And she was in good form, though her mother is concerned about her hair. She’s beginning to look like Ruth Davidson, she opines. I may buy her a little camouflage jacket for Christmas. 
Coming back from the beach we heard a crunch - someone (a small truck according to two guys nearby) had badly scraped a car parked right outside our house, pulling off its rear bumper and driving off without stopping leaving behind their own tailight - and - registration plate! Haw haw. We left a note (and the plate) for the poor owner who knocked on our door later and phoned the polis. 
Later, boys night, and six of us (including K.J.McLeod Mackay to give him his preciously unknown full title) turned up to chew the fat. Blimey though, by 10:30 the place was nearly deserted. We’ll need to do better than this to save our pubs!