A better day than forecast; and I jumped onto the bike and set about pluggin a Cigs gap down Musselburgh way. Once they're in tier 2 and we're still stuck in tier 3, we'll not be allowed to cross the county line (aye, right...) so off I went. 

The ride back to town was tough; rain and wind and stolen scooters on the Innocent Path.

We did brunch before taking ourselves off to town to set to with the Christmas shopping. Her lass has produced a list running into volumes never mind pages... There has been much judicious editing of said list.

We'd hoped to go to Tuk Tuk for an early dinner but ended up at the Mosque Kitchen for lamb rgan josh and a fabulous cauliflower / potato curry.

Hers was busy - the lass had friends around before heading out to a party after they'd managed to book an Air B'n'B - they're nothing if not resourceful. Her lad also had company - so at one point there were 10 of us in the flat. Not sure that's ideal. 

We discussed the book of yesterday and idly watched shite TV once los ninos had all disappeared off to wherever they went.

A Dreich kinda entry