It’s a monster

Yes, a monster of a Valentine’s day. We opened cards, sprinted across George Square and grabbed coffees before nestling together on the train home. How romantic does that all sound? 
Later, I finished off the wood preservative on the remaining exposed surfaces in the lookout. Whilst keeping an eye on the dredger out in Leith Roads. I liked writing that. A nautical scribe, I fancy. Not that I want to write much; I have too much to do. And I don’t need to as you can read all about it here. 
Later, a romantic evening: we played a certain game for way too long. Exhausted we were. Having eventually overcome the giant beetle, there was an interminable fight with an enormous robot wasp. Honestly, you couldn't make it up. Well, except it all has been.