Home, well not quite...

Home sweet home and back to the grind after a fantastic weekend in Skye. We were no sooner home than we were out in the cold... C and I both left the flat in our usual rush to turn and say to one another 'you brought your keys didn't you'? As a result C ran off to football and I found myself out wandering for 70 minutes before our landlord knight in shining armour came to the rescue. Wouldn't have been so bad but he said he'd be 30 minutes so I found myself looping our street so I didn't stray so far. I hope the neighbours are home next time, in fact I hope there isn't a next time!