Forfar

The morning dog walk was almost dry in the air, but very muddy underfoot. Further to yesterday's trapped nerve in my foot, I'm now wincing occasionally when I walk on uneven ground, but fine on tarmac. My discomfort was put into context when I met our friend K by Penicuik House: she ruptured her Achilles in the spring, and was teetering down a slope with the support of a friend. She told me that (at 2km) it was the longest walk from her house that she's had since then. I did a loop around the lime walk, before heading back, and soon overtook them.

I'd thought of going to watch Bonnyrigg Rose this afternoon, but by 14:00 it was utterly dreich, so I decided to stay at home: a good call, as they lost 2-0 to Forfar, a team well below them in Scottish League 2. 

I amused myself by implementing a variant of the test I coded up yesterday, and was going to shop for groceries when I discovered that the good smell was a lasagne that daughter L had cooked for tea.