Midnight

A dreich day as forecast, though I did manage some outdoor activity - sprinting to the shed to pump up the bike tyres and back. Later I climbed all the way to the attic to look out the camping gear. 
And the daughter invited me (and MrB) up to see Man U take on the mighty Seagulls. Ha, what laughs. Poor old Mourinho. That Pogba is useless - carried by the French team IMHO. Captain, my bottom.
Later we watched Calibre on Netflix which we’d missed at the EIFF where it won Best British Film award thing. What a fine little tense thriller. Wicker Man and Shallow Grave with a much more menacing set of locals, like Winter’s Bone. And then I realised I hadn’t blipped all day! Eeek!