The horror, the shame, oh the damned convenience of it, I’m heading for a rough night in the Highlands in a hotel. I’m not overly keen, but at least I’ll be close to the hills for Saturday as I’m doing a nice wee day walk in what might be nice weather. Might I said, we shall see.
And what of the hearse? As long as it gets me there, the RAC can bring me back. I can’t see the recovery driver being keen on my CD’s when I bring that bag of them into his cab right enough.
And the webcam says… trainers and warm socks?