Pecking order

I worry, mildly, that Islay dog in the Trossachs and Ruari in Aberdeenshire are not getting the attention they did before the arrival of children. They both appear sanguine about their new situations.

I left Inverurie late this morning as Amber was leaving for another party and caught the one train in the week that goes direct to Glasgow. All was tranquil until I reached Glasgow and encountered hundreds of football supporters on their way to the League Cup Final. A full to capacity, but good humoured, local train.