Bzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.........

"wake-up, you're taking Owen swimming", said Mrs Scobes.

What a start to the day, my brain was rattling about in my skull like a walnut in a bowl and my drouth was Olympic standard. After superhuman efforts to compose myself with bacon, bread and lashings of tea, I set off to collect Owen from Pete and Fiona's where he'd had a sleepover with his wee mate Charlie.

Mrs Scobes wanted to take her care home bound Mum (Liz) out for lunch, so we met in Tail End on Leith Walk. Top scran from the Anstruther team, and everyone enjoyed a leisurely meal. Liz chose Monkfish Tail (a challenging £12.50), but it was delicious and probably just about worth it. I plumped for a traditional haddock supper including bread, butter, tea, mushy peas and a bottle of lager!

Out again tonight for another perty, so poor Owen is packed off again to LL Cool Jim; cheers Jim and thanks for the ticket to the Vanity Fair exhibition and perty last night.

BTW, I'm missing my G9