The fitba team had a half a game; v the P6 team. No pressure, then! A quick 15 min each way game squeezed in before Spartans. The P7s had the brawn; but the P6 ones def had the nouse and spatial awareness the P7s just don't have. Still, 3-2 and no one disgraced so there were no losers. Then dropped Tom at Spartans and off home to get out of fitba da' clobber and into serious yachty attire* for a wee hurl aboot the Firth of Froth. [...backstory goes here...] 
Much fun it wiz; and then a burger and beer and blether before I had to exit to meet her and retrieve the laddie's bike from Viccy Park. He'd caught  a flat on his way to work so off we went to affect repairs. 
Then back into town; only to get 500 yards from home to find the bloody thing had another puncture!! A lot of effort and still no further forward.

So dinner and another cold one; some nonsense TV and I was off home to watch fitba highlights as a soundtrack to slumbering. 


*That'll be a fail, then!