Cutting it fine

I went over to Tulliallan in the late afternoon to attend the annual staff development event - there was a full programme for the evening including beer afterwards and lots of merry banter. I got back to my room about 11pm but turned on the radio and found myself listening in horror to the news about the police helicopter falling out of the sky onto a crowded pub in the centre of Glasgow. It was only when I had an exchange of text messages with Mr H that I realised I had yet to take a photo. The phone obligingly lit up when his message came in and showed me just how close to midnight it was. In the circumstances I didn't get to read any further about my inner fish.