Railing

Stockbridge; long queue at the barber’s so moved on; booze bought; made soup - leek, mushroom and cauliflower, not half bad; tenpin practice with JacktheLad, played great when it didn’t matter, obviously; pint in the Roseburn; finished my book; wrote the last Christmas cards; ate some soup; watched some telly; end of day.
There’s a storm coming in!