PDT drink

It was such a lovely day that my sister and I decided to go have lunch somewhere outdoorsy and this restaurant in South Queensferry seemed a good idea.
But - with it being only 15 minuters from my Dad's - we thought we'd pop in there first for a quick visit to see how he was getting on. 4 hours later we were still there trying to sort out various things!
So we ended up not seeing much of the sunshine, and having that lunch at around 16.30. By then I was definitely suffering from PDT (Post Dad Trauma), so knocked back my (small) glass of Chardonnay in record time. As that empty glass shows.
Good news is that care package for my Dad starts tomorrow, so might be fewer photos of empty wine glasses.