Jam Tomorrow

Out to Craigie farm to do a bit of pick your own. At monstrous cost! It was only afterwards that we realised the PYO price was more than the price in their own shop. Just as well that the SK ate her fill whilst picking.
Later, a trip up town to meet the son on his break and lie out and chat in the sun in Princes St Gardens. The place was alive with tourists. I’d forgotten what it’s like. And the son was in good form and not just talking about himself; a good sign. We even stopped in at the TSB for refreshments on the way back to his work (a pint for me, a coke for him).
And then boys night up at the Diggers. Lassies' football on the TV again as we lads would sniffily say. Quite skilful stuff, actually, if I may be patronising. Though not quite the requisite level of aggro to make it compelling viewing, right? And Germany won. I believe they play a team of Lionesses in the final? Seems improbable.