A day oot; kinda. 
I was in for an 0845 briefing with a new supplier; shiny pens and free notepads and 90's business speak. Tony Robinson would have had a field day unearthing the terminology.

At 10 I hooked up with John and off we didst go for a dander about; him at the wheel and me navigating. Highlight was Porty. I've been trying to get in touch with this woman for weeks; no joy at her home address. I dug a little and figured she might be in Porty; so off we go. Knock at the door that bears her name on it. She's there. In PJs. But doesn't live there. But will be moving back to her other address next week. Er - moving back? Doesnt that mean you live here, then?
"No, of course not!" 
Oh well....
Done and then to fetch the lads from school; a quick snack and off out via the local Royalty at the bus stop and onto Leith Theatre. The P6 / P7 are doing a performance of Treasure Island with a theatre company; thankfully there is beer available at the back.
The kids had a ball; a good show; and then home for Tacos and I *just about* managed to see Celtic v Saintees but was unable to sustain momentum to watch MOTD.

Extra is Tom with his one line ("ready....aim.....fire!!!)