Another sunny day, and despite being hungover, Sean managed to let himself to be persuaded to come on a walk with me and Jacqueline round Blackford hill and down the Braid Burn.

It felt like the first tickling of spring, snowdrops and sunlight so that you could actually feel the warmth of it on your skin. It made me pine for actual summer, when you can walk around it just a t-shirt and get away with it.

Back home for a late lunch, and then some reading. On the way back from the shops I bumped into a coursemate who reminded me that it was another coursemate's 21st ceilidh tonight, so I donned my kilt and popped along. First time I'd danced in it, was lots of fun.