A 7am kick off; a long day (made more bearable by finding out my gas supplier doesn't know which meter I'm using and therefore hasn't been billing me. And helpfully (although I don't have access to the meter (as it's a smart meter and doesn't need anyone to take readings from it, it is locked away securely)
So fuck knows how much they'll skin me for in due course.
Anyway, a long tiring day of report writing, phone call making and e mailing.
At 6.30 I quit, loaded up Tom's bike. And met a very chipper Baz for an Arthur's Seat ramble. A cool breeze on the upper slopes, but a fabulous evening. Easter Road off to the north, full of nervous fans for the 1st leg of the play off tie with Falkirk.

Then after that, she plied me with prawn pasta (an al vongole of sorts, I guess - tasty, mind) before shit and fan came into contact. Ah well, I knew it was too good to last.

Burn, Holyrood, burn. Scorching EH8 evening action.