Up and into OT; our increasingly volatile IT notwithstanding. Still, I hit the minimum target and relaxed into the weekend with the boys.

(Tom is off in Manchester for a Gaelic fitba tournament, so I remotely organised him and his departure to goodness knows what carnage)

So I spent the afternoon shopping, cleaning and trying to help Alex with his outstanding school projects. 

Then a sneaky fajita before heading off out to go to Alex new team's training - a first go at 11 a side / full pitch. At the not very handy Jack Kane centre.  We'd planned on getting a 21, but team mate Tom was passing with his dad and offered a lift. So Alex jumped in, I jumped on the bike.
No prizes for guessing who handled the 6 miles in the end of rush hour quickest. 

So it turns out that one of Alex's new team mates is the son of someone I went to school with. (OK I was a couple of years ahead of him, but it was a small school)

I've seen him occasionally around... like 3 times in 8 years? But still. So I chatted with him a bit and then spoke to Tom's dad. Turns out he's just started a blog about combining climbing Munros with  a nearby swim. So he was pleasantly surprised when I was able to offer him a couple of tales (Sgorr Gaith / Feshie Bridge and Glen Ceitlein / Meall Nan Eun at the bottom of Glen Etive). 

Game over, I sped off and cemented myself as the fittest dad in Alex's class by arriving back at drop off point at exactly the same time.

Home to watch Embra City hold off a spirited Annan fightback to sneak into Division 1 and the  less than spirited Arbroath v ICT.