Giles

Half day, so how better to deal with it (and irritating emails filling the first half) than to have a rather nice lunch with your loved one, cocktails thereafter, then for no apparent reason wander into St Gile's Cathedral on your way to getting a taxi home.

I may be an unrepentant non-believer (tautological?), it doesn't mean I can't appreciate the amazing architecture and art that religion can conjure up (with enough believers, deep pockets, and guilt...).

Being bad on the gluten, there's beer in the fridge, and I've now got some tortillas to make so we can fajita the night away.

Porty by Night