Baby

A morning with the daughter and both the grandkids - we’d wheeled this one over to Victoria Park while his big sister scooted - until she’d had enough of it. Then it was hunkering down with grandpa collecting leaves, or fish as they became, and frying them up. Delicious. Lucky grandpa.        
Later I wasted way too much time watching Hearts toil away against Istanbul Basaksahir. We were the better team (or at least we matched them) for lengthy  periods  between conceding “preventable” goals. It’s a larf, innit. And finally, just "at the death” we knocked in a goal. Wild celebrations! Joy unconfined. Sing! Sing, you bar stewards!