G and his hose

Up first thing to drop the car off for the service and MOT. The clever car has been saying 'service due' on its console for ages. The garage have a magic key to reset that - but you have to give them 150 quid.
Anyway, I left the car there and bussed home to leap aboard the velocipede to Granton. My assistance had been requested by the Harbour Sec; whit fun, splashing round the harbour, lifting sinkers, relocating buoys, and afterwards G got to hose down his beloved workboat.
Later, a meet up with Insto in Teuchters for a Jarl or twa and home for a curry. And a tiny snooze. But noo, much media chatter aboot the referendum. And I see that the protagonists are infiltrating bleep...