Touch my Soul....

.....I was far from keen to touch my sole this morning when I discovered that I'd stepped in a large brown keich. Always a kicker that one.

A pleasent spot of learning oot in the boondocks today; the teacher is interesting, interested and engaging, makes all the difference with a fairly dry subject. I might even be enjoying it so much that I'd like to become a full time 'mature' student (instead of a part time immature one).......but who'd pay the bills?

Empty house again when I got home, not even the cat got up from his slumber to greet me. Nancy and Owen are round at Cat's for Martha's 2nd birthday. I think I'll give that a miss and hang out here with books and my chunes.

Oh....bought tickets to the opening night of the Tattoo at Edinburgh Castle. Haven't been for years; the Belgian rellies coming over next week....they'll need a bit of tartan and bagpipes.

All good.