Fiiiiiight!

Upon my return from Glasgow, Alex had taken the girls out for the day so, Ferguson & I spent the afternoon & early part of the evening just he & I.
Much fun was had out in the sun- a water fight, no less, whilst I sat out reading. I managed to capture a well-timed shot of Jack & Ferguson sparring!
Poor Ferguson got utterly soaked & headed inside shortly after shivering with dripping wet clothes.

The World Cup continues so no interest was shown in my Clydesider uniform for fear of missing the kick off & I went to bed alone [again]. I'm starting to not really feel that lonely actually, I'm getting used to it.