Anyone for a pie?

A day of two halves. An enjoyable morning sitting in the sunshine beside the canal with maw watching people running past, ducks, cyclists, kiddiwinkles, and even other auld biddies.
And then there was a game of footy to take in. A minute's silence for the events in Glasgow. We were so respectful that we followed it up with another 90 minutes' silence. I hope I have my apostrophes correct there. Tackle? Couldnae tackle a pie supper! Don't get me started. Ach, they're just laddies.
And I don't even like the game. In fact, I've gone right aff it! It's a nonsense. Anyone interested in my thoughts on the White Paper?