Porty promenading

Slim Satan had me up at 6am which wasn’t a great start but I compounded it by pouring the first mug of tea of the day all down myself. You don’t really appreciate the volume a mug can hold until you tip it all over the kitchen floor.

No damage done and my mood was improved by a wander along the seafront with Ruby while Joe played footie.

Home via Clark’s Bros to buy the filling for fish pie. With the added excitement of seeing the coastguard and a response team set off to recover an unexploded bomb that some unsuspecting vessel had just trawled up from the bottom of the Forth.

That’s enough excitement for one day.