Unlocked

Home at the back of 1am; deposited outside a kebab shop at Haymarket. Ah, welcome back.
Up to see the old maw who seems quite away with the fairies but not unhappy at least. I show her some photos; places she'd visited and would know, but photos just seem to baffle her, as if they are just abstract shapes. Or maybe it's just my photos of course, errrummmm.
And then to Granton to pick up the post. While we were away we were constantly emailing and phoning about the ongoing deal; it was completed (successfully) on Friday. After 135 years of wandering, the club has a bit of groond for the next 174. That should go down in the annals. I think the name of the Treasurer should go down on one of those big wudden boards at the very least.