Fame at Last

After a couple of hours gardening (yes, no rain!) the day just ran away and it was time to head to Tynecastle for a Friday night game. Not at all the correct time for such a thing, so Rog and I pressed into the Diggers for a pre-match dwink or two. There were SW and P&P, discombobulated by the throng of jambos and unable to get their usual seat.
St Mirren. Another bogey side. We score a stunner of a goal - I mean, one for the purists: passing, possession... that sort of thing. And of course then we had plenty chances to score a second but didn’t. So, yelp, yelp, we’re left hanging on to a slender lead fearing the worst. But despite being Friday the thirteenth, it didn’t happen! We won! Get in there! Six points clear of the sheep!