Off to fetch Minky

Minky day, and bitterly cold, well, for a wee one. So not a lot of outdoor activity but we still managed a walk around Lauriston Castle grounds looking at the ice and frost. 
And much later, after dropping her off at her wiped parents (the wee boy had slept very badly the previous night) I was off to the football. And I’d secured AJ’s spare ticket for MrFT to join us to take in the delights of 3rd vs 2nd in the league. I tell you, that Rangers team are no great shakes. They’re kidding themselves if they think they’re anywhere near Celtic’s level. I nicked these sentiments from MrFT but I’ll happily pass them off as my own.
What I didn’t like about the evening, apart from Rangers jacksay goal, was that I shuffled along to AJ’s seat and had therefore to sit beside the muppet that he usually sits beside. Moron couldn’t come with a larger capital M. Faster he continually screamed, jumping up from his seat. Out, out! Faster! Yes indeed, if our players, or indeed, any human on earth, could run like a sprinter for 90 minutes, that would indeed be a winning strategy. Where do we make these people?