Game not on

The contrast between this misty playing field at 8am as I walked the dog with the noise (on the radio) of the old firm game later in the day could not be greater.

A definite hint of spring today and, had I not been running around shopping, visiting and generally getting back on top of things before we head south midweek for a family funeral, Iwould have been out in the garden all day. Tonight I cooked dinner as my contribution to my wife’s mother’s day.

As it is the weeds will just have to grow another week. Perhaps next weekend.