Intermission

It's the day of rest after all. Having sat up with my little bruv and Samantha until 7am this morning, drinking brandy* and whisky and talking about goodness knows what, it's a low energy effort today.

This was as much effort as I could muster to make it along the river here where I just about dozed off watching the water for a peaceful few minutes. To top it all though, I fell flat on my arse heading back along the muddy path to the car 'cause of the stupidly ungrippy shoes I'd put on so headed straight home with a clarty backside.

Getting far too old for these all-nighters, time for a wee snooze now.

*Margaret... Graham's due you a half bottle of three barrels. ;-)