Moriarty

1. Up late again, later than yesterday even. Last night I went to bed with a brandy. Yup. I took my glass to bed.

2. By 12 I am out and running. I give myself an hour. It's cold and frosty but blue of sky. I take in Bellahouston move into Pollock and end up back in Bellahouston a bit later. A bit faster and a bit more power.

3. A pause with coffee before we head out. We catch the first bus we can and land in a neighbourhood that I am checking out. I like what I see. It's good and we find a place to eat. I have this salad and it tastes ace. Nice place too.

4. Yesterday was football and dog racing, today it was all about the darts. Our house guest, Alistair, is really into it so we gather to watch it. It takes me about 15 minutes before I'm right in to it. Right in to it. I think it was a pretty good final too.

5. Mr Clark is back on track. With bones starting to fix, the cooking can resume and tonight we have a pork chilli that lights us up. And then Sherlock. I've been loving it this time. I have though, I should come clean, a major problem with Moriarty's performance. It's causing major debate here and I seem to be on my own. I think he's nuts (the actor, not the character). Nuts. But not necessarily in a bad way.