Scrubbed

First, let me say that there's absolutely no truth in the rumour that I organised my week off work to coincide with the kids going back to school. No way. Nuh uh.

But here they are going back to school. All scrubbed up and tidy and looking all growed up. Especially that Ewan one with his big school uniform and his bus pass. A packet of cigarettes in his bag and his special bullying shoes. OK, maybe not the fags and the shoes.

Me, I just pottered around the garage making little drawers, two of which are now all glued up and drying. The other two ready to join them tomorrow. 

A wee trip into Edinburgh to chat with Simon over beer in St Andrews Square, exchange produce and talk man talk of bread and stuff. But definitely not going to see any of their so called "shows" at their so called "Festival".