After not enough sleep, Alex was despatched to Vale of Leithen (as captain!) and I set about taking charge of the dog in town whilst She continued to gather bits ahead of Marrakech. We grabbed a coffee then headed Grantonwards so I could get lunch for the lads. 

She headed off, and a mixture of Premier League football, dog walking and dozing made up the afternoon 

Tacos for tea, and somewhat predictably the  Super Bowl gave way to sleep. Maybe next year?