Chaps

After the usual forage for suitable garments and the cauliflower that will go off if abandoned but forgetting the shower gel that I thought I had, I’m on the fringes of That Edinburgh for a spot of our customary house-sitting.

The rain came on as we left Port Glasgow. Nuff said.

I’ve just spent the evening with most of my chaps (bar the one that’s gone to France), watching the football with #1 son and his chaps, human, canine and feline. Neil made us curry, which nicely filled the lunch- free zone within, and we drank a bottle of champagne in belated celebration of our wedding anniversary. The football was much more entertaining than alll the nil-nil draws I’ve been subjected to of late, and the commentary (not the telly one) much more pertinent.

For today’s photo you have Arthur and Oreo staring down Po the collie, and grandsons Alan and James. My two adult chaps vanished…