Grey and drizzly as I set out for Drumbrae on the bike; the promise of Bryter Layter was enough to get me to grit my teeth and get on with it.

First call. Were stoned when I got there at 9; I may have been by the time I left, so pungent was the sweet aroma. As it brighten (unrelated!!) I went into town and floated zipped about busily before tackling Craigmillar. Surviving that unscathed I meandered homeward buying a birthday card and some bread.

I spent my lunchtime icing a birthday cake then worked with half an eye on football matters. At 4 it was off to school, fetch the lads and walk home (somehow their mother managed to keep hold of the bike lock key) before a bus to Princes Street to spend Tom's birthday moolah.

Then Nando's where G was irritating but eveyone else enjoyed before waiting 40 minutes for a bus home.  

A happy birthday boy plus one day finally went to bed after World Cup highlight 

A touching family portrait at the Museum of Scotland