I was full of energy when I arrived back last night, and the first news I got was that I was an uncle again. I really have to read up on what uncles are for before the wee yins all grow up, from experience it’s supplying opportunities for mischief. I’ll look forward to that.
So, I sat up late with cuppas, downloaded my photies and wrote some words.
This morning I can barely see the other side of the Clyde for drizzle. It’s like the batteries ran out, or someone’s changed the channel while I was in the kitchen.
Carpe diem. I’ll need to write that on the back of my hand, just in case I slip again.