Sharpie

After all the excitement of yesterday I didn't sleep too well. That and the onset of post ceilidh stiffness meant I wasn't feeling very perky today. Fatigue and injury are the signs of a good ceilidh though.

Add into the equation some particularly comfy sofas in Calum and Haggie's flat, a delicious lunch made by them after church and you have me falling asleep in the afternoon. I opened my eyes to find Haggie, pen in hand, preparing to draw on my face!! I'm glad I woke up when I did.