Dog out,logged on. 

A morning of working / letting the hound out, before She bailed out to head for home and I sneaked in a quick call before a team meeting mid afternoon.  Nothing like a team meeting to halt productivity for the day.

Then. A plan formulated with military precision swung into action. Dumbarton v Stirling,  1st v 2nd in League 2. 1945 kick off. The one Tom tried to go to in January and it got called off at short notice had finally been rescheduled. 

Bus to West End, Alex wanted food..  he specified Scotch eggs, and as luck would have it there were 3 reduced to clear for 26p each! What luck!

Onwards to Haymarket to try and figure out the train prices. We got skinned 32 quid (its not off peak travel) and ran across the road for chips. Unfortunately there was none ready so we headed onto the platform, having to then convince the ticket chappie that we had valid tickets that we'd bought minutes earlier, clearly stating our travel intentions.

And onto a busy train. 6 minutes into the journey? The match is called off. Frozen strip down the stand side. 

So we get off at Uphall. We consider Pars v Bairns but its sold out, and the only other game is at Cappielow where Ayr are the visitors and we've not get time to get that far so we beat a retreat.

But there's no bridge from one platform to other at Uphall. Its a 500 yard round trip. Through a sewerage leak. And the trains more or less coincide at Uphall, so the minute we have is insufficient time for those not blessed with Olympic 400 metre standard running skills. 

Cue 29 minutes of waiting in the cold watching the lovely full moon rise.

So 3 hours later we arrived home, to slump in front of Plymouth v Derby. Frustrated.