On the Doorstep

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Milk. Delivered. Heather didn't believe that we had milk delivered direct to the door, so here's a photo to prove it.

Not a lot of photos taken today (can you tell?), all a bit hectic at work and then a mad dash at knocking off time to pack some essentials and head off to the shores of Loch Earn for a couple of nights in a friend's caravan. Those 'essentials' fairly rattled around on the dodge-the-pothole drive there.

After the mince pie, chips and beans we managed to get through a rather eclectic (and probably dangerous) selection of alcohol that helped us all put the world to rights as we chatted and slurred on until very late. Or very early depending on how you look at it.

Good times.