Caley

This is the day (the one day a year) when I unashamedly admit to a hangover. The day after the Lochaber Burns Night. Caley got three short walks, all from the door. Thankfully his dew claw does not seem to be bothering him, clipped very short it has less chance to catch on anything now. In truth I have felt worse on the corresponding day in previous years. Last night I drank plenty of water throughout the evening (even a couple of coffees) and generally consumed less of the amber stuff.
The speeches, recitals and music were all to the usual high standard.