Have a seat

Week two of Ruby's writing course and we are starting to get into a nice pattern. I drop her off at the bar in The Traverse, she hooks up with her tutor and the other guys on her course and I go off for a wander that predominately centres around stroking nice bicycles and then buying her some scoff for the journey home.

She's having a great time and told me how grateful she was for me ferrying her there which, of course, is a pleasure but I may have lost brownie points when she asked what you call someone who only does things like yoga and visits art galleries because of how they want to be perceived by other people and I said "a twat".

Right, off to get the boy from football now.