Drookit

I managed to make a grand tour of the City Centre this morning taking in a coffee stop, food shopping, visits to daughter#1 in the Gallery and step niece at the craft fair without getting rained on before getting absolutely soaked in a later dash of less than 50 yards back home from a neighbour’s flat where I was witnessing the signing of a will. You win some, you lose some.

David and Luca paid a visit in the afternoon and although the rain had lessened a bit, their jackets had to be hung to dry in the ‘hot’ cupboard.

The twin Johnnie Walkers outside the National Art Gallery look drookit and definitely in need of a dram.