Winners

I’m breaking with my usual habit of midnight blipping and writing this at teatime as we warm up with a cuppa after watching grandson Alan play for his school against Watson’s this afternoon. We’ve been up since 6am so that we could be sure of getting to Edinburgh in time for the match, so I’m already thinking longingly of dinner, having had a banana for lunch and a random digestive biscuit a while back.

The game, played on an incredibly tight pitch which had the effect of emphasising the speed of the players, was exciting and fast, and gave our team a considerable win. The ground , however, was increasingly chilly, the sky darkening by the minute and the wind - and I swear there was no wind in Dunoon - moved from our backs to our faces and back again so that I kept having to take little walks to get the circulation going.

Tomorrow we are promised rugby with one grandson and more football in the afternoon with the other. We’ve been watching them play since the Little Kickers days, and I’m too aware that we’re probably not going to be able to do so for much longer. It’s strangely relaxing not to have to think beyond the question of how many layers I should wear …