And then there was one....

It's that time of year again in the Gym.

The New Year Resolutionists have given up.

And it's a few weeks yet before the Six Pack for Magaluf crew come in.

Which leaves the changing rooms free for the true athletes. Or the Blippers who come to sit in the sauna and sweat out last nights Rioja.

Actually last night was an unexpected pleasure. We had an unannounced visit from Big Dave, Mrs Smith's Cousin. He was up from Newton Aycliffe to do some work in Leith. So he dropped in armed with some wine and an evening of banter - man he can talk but fortunately it's all entertaining.

Strangely, me and Mrs Smith had been talking about Davey last Wednesday when we were having dinner at Bar Roma and she was reminiscing about the trips to Whitby that she used to have every Summer with Davey and his brothers (two of whom have tragically died now). We agreed that we needed to introduce our kids to the joys of Whitby and Robin Hood Bay in the very near future. Anyway, last Wednesday Dave was actually in Whitby with his kids doing excactly the same thing. Which is a bit spooky, but then that's Whitby for you!