Coffee and Tee......

Ahead of this month's Ryder Cup, we went to Gleneagles Hotel for a wee cocktail.

Or rather we would have had a cocktail, had the least expensive not been well over fourteen quid!

Being miserable Scots, we opted for tea instead, and sat there, like orphans in a Dickens' novel, gawping at the rich people throwing mojitos down their throats with abandon.

(I used about a tenner's worth of frightfully posh soap and handcream in the loos though, so it wasn't all bad.....)