Mangled

Peebles can only offer piddly rolls of overpriced chicken fence, so that job’s on hold. Instead, I temporarily give the hens a slightly enlarged outdoor run. Fencing next weekend.

Claire returns safely from her overnight sailing exercise and heads for Kinghorn. I meet her there later. We’re both weary - her from the sailing, me from my late night gigging.

In Kirkcaldy I order Japanese food to go. To pass the time, I walk to Lidl - Claire has left her toothbrush on the boat. I also acquire a lavender plant and a box of chocolates. Her birthday present was a new life jacket, but a little luxury never goes amiss.

Back at the flat Claire is already asleep. She rouses herself long enough to eat her birthday tea, before drifting back into sleepsville. She’s on duty this week - I hope there’s no call out tonight.