Impromptu

Saturday was low key; boys were tired, Alex especially with a raging fever. So the library and back in the morning was enough to floor him.

They went around 1330, and I had work to catch up on, but within an hour I had a call. Early dinner at Hanam's. Town was full of braying ladies and drunk men as part of the Calcutta Cup being in town. But we met at 3.30, had two starters, and shared a main and two bottles of red. As everyone else seemed transfixed by Murrayfield events or the Hibees 114 year wait becoming a 115 year one, we sat and chatted and flashed eyes and burning glances at each other, teased each other mercilessly, knowing we had Sunday to unleash the follow up.

Home by 6 and a sedate evening.

Tried to do work, but failed, constant interruptions!

Oh well.