The Wrong Decision...

Okay, so I got a proper soaking on the way home tonight. So much so that I thought it'd be a good idea to skip the bridge and get the train from Dalmeny. Sheesh, possibly the wrong decision. As I'd stopped and had to wait for a train, by the time it had arrived and made it's way across the bridge coupled with the absolutel soaking to the skin, the last wee 5 minute journey from station to house was murder.

Next time, perseverance is the key to keep the body heat up.

I was rewarded however by taking the kids and neighbour out guising. They were so excited and jumpy about it and we came back laden with booty.