A very lovely Saturday. I spent the morning with Helen talking all things art at the small paintings sale. I came home with Auntie Isa and her wee gold leaf shopping bag. I'm very pleased.

Later, we met our girl in town for a wee drink at this very lovely bar on William Street. She had just been to the National Gallery. Lots of chat about jobs, holidays, and weddings (not her) before we decided to go to Dalry for pizza. Now pizza is absolutely not my favourite meal. I eat about one every two years. This one, without cheese, was very good. I still don't want more than 3 slices, though.

All this and home by 8pm. That feels like a win to me. I'm definitely feeling old this winter.