Self Improvement

The wee mite was dropped off at the back of 8am so was in a lively good mood. Plenty play, arranging her familiars. She seemed to be particularly taken with two books that the SK and I picked up a couple of years back and never got round to reading - well, until now. Slightly upmarket (Oxford University Press!) bluffer’s guides. For her, the “Theory of Art” - haha, totally impenetrable and unreadable probably, but for Sir, “American Cultural History.” Well, I’ve always had a liking for cowboys and Bob Dylan and those cars with big tail fins. I presume that’s what it’s about anyway.
Later, football! Yes, La Sturge has declared it safe again. I tell you, at half time, I didn’t feel safe at all. I’m glad no one had taken my blood pressure. Against the bottom side? Still, class showed after the interval with a couple of tremendous assists by Barrie McKay. And no, I didn’t boo John Souttar. Football fans? Gawd, they’re....  fickle.