Pitter patter raindrops....

...I'm wet through, so are you.

Owen, Mrs Scobes and I went up to Charlotte Square to light a light in memory of Papa. It was drizzling throughout but the local Starbucks were dishing out free coffee and ginger shortbread, which despite by gnawing sense of cynicism about their motives, went down very well. Owen was quite upset at one point and we huddled together for support and warmth; it was a touching moment.

I started work on the daunting task of Christmas card writing this evening. To keep my spirits up I sampled a wee Highland Park from my winning bottle just to make sure it wasn't off or anything like that. Luckily it was in fine form, so I had another.

Have a good week blippers.