Birthday

Our gym teacher’s birthday, so we all rocked in after our class to sing that little song to him.
 
Energy levels still low – must be the excess Scottishness of the last week. All I managed to do was post the photos of the ceilidhs on the St Andrew FB page, make some lunch, go to physio and get my hair cut. Oh – and read the reactions to the Presidential candidates’ debate. We watched that, and the subsequent comments, last night. Good luck, America!