Nicht Oot

Bar supper with a side serving of giggling fits with friends that at one point disrupted the whole place much to our shame. It's just that we rarely see each other and when we do its yabber yabber yabber all night with the odd piss take interjection. Some of us have known each other since nursery, all of us since primary school. Some of us have lived local, some of us very far away at times, and now we've all gravitated to within 10 miles of each other in Aberdeenshire. Tales of everyday life shared and unpicked and stitched back together again.

And where did that Indian summer go? It got blown away tonight; October has sent an advanced guard two weeks early.