No Playing

Not a day for playing out.

After Euan's haircut (refuses to go to the barbers with me now, prefers something more fancy-schmancy than the quick skim-over-with-a-flymo places I pop into), a visit to the local Sony shop to look at some nice camera gear, a quick pop-in to some pals to wish them a Happy New Year (I know, still doing that), a run over to the depressingly dreich shopping outlet for a failed attempt at rugby boot shopping for our Hobbit, it was back home to dry out and warm up. Wasn't to be though as discovered the central heating boiler's a glow worm in a coma and no amount of restarting, bashing, poking and prodding has resuscitated it.

So it's yet another Rock 'n' Roll Saturday night in sitting around in the one cosy room wrapped up like hobos in cardigans and dressing gowns in front of a tiny heater and candle or two watching stuttery catch-up telly, and the prospect of a hours of waiting in hopefully tomorrow for an engineer to arrive and fix us all up again.

And, to top it all, Blipfoto's now flashing up the 'Oops, over capacity' errors and I'm not even sure if this is going to post...

Am no playing any more...