Knob Creek

I blame them (my nippers)! We had a perfectly nice meal out (actually I thought it was pretty gash but maybe I'm getting spoiled) with the Glasgow half of the family and I was entrusted with the nephew for a few hours. Hey! He's 29! Surely he can enjoy a couple of beers and make his way home. Perhaps it was the mussels? Or the rocking sensation of the train. I think the sis may be no best pleased with me!