Santa Post

The village was the source of bird seed / lunch / blips today given that the car was lost under a blanket of snow, the road was impassable and my inane frolicking last night had left me somewhat jaded and lethargic.

However, by four o'clock I got a grip - shoe, tyre and physically and enjoyed an apple and cinammon scone (can't be recommended highly enough) at Dobbies with friends and their somewhat over-excited sons.

Santa was there too, looking slimmer than I remember him and with a very gruff Midlothian accent. Mind you, when I went to see Santa as a child he reminded me once of the school janny and once of my friend's dad. Very odd.