Final one of these, I promise* Although I'll link Pensioner's blip for a brief potted history of the sadly departed.

A day of trying to take unwilling shoppers shopping.

Eventually we made it out (after lunch - great!) to do battle with the apparel emporia of Edinburgh. Tom has expensive and sometimes unrealistic taste, and Alex has yet to embrace fashion beyond a preference for black and niche football tops (Jamaica away, Levante UV, Bilbao, Barrow FC). And so it was with this remit we went to find trousers, mostly. 

Eventually succesful, but not before we'd caused several queues for the changing rooms.

Steak was the reward for our collective endeavours before more televised football occupied them there lads for the evening. 

I got the short straw and found myself booking travel for Paw for his return from Bakewell at the end of January.  Now to try and explain train ticket collection from a machine. 

* until the reprisals kick off, obv.