A Day of Mixed Fortunes....

.....Sparky woke me at 6am and I next saw the clock at 9.15am....an unusual longer stay in bed but most welcome.

To the bike shop to collect Owen's new MTB, which was thoroughly tested on a 12km tour of the northern shore.

I stayed away from the Scottish Cup Final on account of my irrational belief that I bring Hibs bad luck, so it would appear I'm wrong and they are well capable of generating their own without me.

Later, Nancy and I reviewed our weight and it appears that 23lbs or 10kgs of me no longer exists, but where has it gone?

Satisfied with some things and saddened by others, I took to a 21 day hung steak and a bottle of Valpolicella Ripasso Superiore to fortify my feelings.