Let sleeping dogs lie

A decent market in Livingston today. I packed up as early as I could to get home, unloaded, make up an order and get over to neighbours for the football. This is their dog, Indie, making herself comfortable on my feet.

The right result but it was pretty a pretty rubbish performance.

I don't have to go in for jury service tomorrow - hurrah - but may still get a call tomorrow, if not, I'll have to call in again tomorrow night. Fingers crossed it all comes to nothing, which has been my calculated risk, and that's me clear this time around.