Inbetween

Felt something between a hangover and manflu as I shuttled between train stations & training grounds, between wintry squalls today. Managed to get stuck up on the top of the old Polmaise coalmine bing during a particularly nasty one, waiting for some nice light to break through the dark skies over Stirling to the west but not appreciating how those dark skies were bringing freezing ice water to tear the skin off of my face. Should've took a hat.

Dropped Samantha and Heather off at the station so they could go off to do some serious shopping in Glasgow (must be serious as they've had to stay overnight in a hotel, drinking cocktails and dining out at some TV chef's restaurant) then watched poor Euan run around a field in the freezing cold chasing an American egg shaped ball.

Just about heating back up now with a big mug of tea and some Freak Zone on the radio.

That'll be the weekend then.