The Bridge of Allan

My day started badly. I had sent a lens to Wales, when it should have gone to Glasgow. Glasgow man needed it for a trip to Canada, commencing next Friday. Cold sweat. The gentleman from Wales got two lenses for the price of one, and Mr Glasgow got a better, and more expensive replacement. Lesson learned: pay attention to your reference numbers. Idiot. 
A stroll round Bridge of Allan is often therapeutic, so I tried that. It worked. Main sums up the day: folks strolled happily up the street, others bunched to chat, others headed for the pub. All in the midst of tidy street furniture, and funky flower arrangements. Extra: Rebel, Rebel. 
Picked daughter up from work and took her shopping for odds and sods for her bike. I tutted at the wheel decorations. Tsk.
Hope your weekends are flourishing!