Are your ears burning yet?

Mending a drawer in your pyjamas at 11am. Not to be recommended. Ikea's ears were burning, I'm sure.

And then meeting Scobes and Owen in the square, I found myself surrounded by Scots. Six of them in one shot (see other shots), two of them blippers.

We caught the tram down to the Port and had a donder (?), with a look at the real sea, which had quite a swell on it, hence all the fishing boats were in the harbour. Part of town was caught up in filming a sports commercial for Polish t.v. and the rest of it by the digging up of the tram lines, to move it a few metres inland, out of the realms of the 'coastguard'. A political but certainly not a commercial move for the shops finding trams looming up in their doorways in a few months.

After an unexpected blipmeet with blindasabat, this strange sea monster appeared from the depths, with a much smaller, but wilder version, clutching a bag of pick and mix.

I am clutching my packet of Tunnochs very gladly.

I hope Scobes is not suffering from the effects of the afternoon sun which graced us and no doubt his ears.

And topics of conversation included you lot of course :)

The other shots