Elegant

A strange sort of Saturday; Dunfermline Athletic were on the TV at 12.45, so, instead of going to Ibrox (an unenticing prospect), we had a lunchtime pint and watched the match.
As usual, the Pars lost, but this time it was undeservedly so. Moral victory is not much better than plain old-fashioned losing, though.

We should have left after the game, but the beer told us to stay on to watch Wales-Scotland at the rugby. BIG mistake. How embarrassingly bad were the Scots? Extremely.

Small compensation was afforded by the presence of these charming and elegant ladies at our table. They had Mitch, the landlord, skipping around them in a very gallant manner; amazing from the World's Grumpiest and Most Sarcastic Mine Host!