Well, if you've got to face up to another weekend firing by too quickly, and another 5 days of [expletive deleted] office-based [expletive deleted] looming large, you might as well make something sweet to make it all seem not so bad. Feels like two seconds since I was riding out on Friday thinking TFItheWeekend. Still, I've come close to nailing macaroons, so that counts for something.

Had a wee walk up Traprain Law earlier in the day after a lazy brekkie over the newspaper, catching sight of the 6 Exmoor Ponies now living wild there, apparently as a way of controlling the wild grasses, and spun back via North Berwick, hoping to grab a bite to eat in the Lobster Shack, but the hordes repelled our advances.

And that was more or less the day. Like I say, hardly feels as if the weekend has started and it's already over. Arse.

Finished the day with a little squirrely sketch.

Isla Yawn