Head Spinning

A biblical day. Heavens opened. Rain flooded the streets. And worried conservatory owners with new laminate floors sank to their knees and prayed, with towels at the ready. Down at Fester Road, a drama of even greater magnitude was being played out. Surely they couldn't lose that? As it was, AJ whistled me up at half time in case an upset could be on the cards. Surely nutt, though I did hot foot it across the park at North Merchiston. Not without stopping for a panorama..

Oh, and earlier I took in an exhibition of Edward Lear's watercolours from Greece in the 1840s. Very impressive. Not quite as impressive as the Accies, mind!

Right, election special and no wurk tomorrow! Crack open the Black IPA.