Game of two halves

Goodbye to the nippers - via a lunch at Urban Angel. We’d arrived twenty minutes early and the table wasn’t ready. H wanted to see an outdoor shop, the SK and daughter fancied a stroll along George St, and me, well, there I was, standing outside All Bar One. A swift half did follow.
One half however I was going to miss was the first one at Tynecastle, but I wasn’t bothered. We’d been dreadful of late. Unwatchable. I checked the score - four-nil?? Off I went at a trot. I feared that would have been the end of the scoring, but we knocked in another couple in the second half, so it was a jubilant Clydo and I that pressed into the usual howff after the whistle. No F again! 
Meanwhile, the nippers CrossCountry train south was cancelled, due to some poor unfortunate on the line. As was the next. And the one they could get was too late for any connections at Derby. Back home they came.