This Sceptred Isle

Whit a to-do. A warm day, mostly wasted for someone like myself sitting indoors, and the sun was gone by early evening as the haar swept in. Home to read all about the old firm shenanigans that seem to be getting a bit beyond the joke that they usually are.
I need a nap but it's a bit cold. I shall put on a fire, I reckon. Then a light doze. And then a wee dram. Hee-haw on TV so I'll read a bit. Roll on the weekend! All four days of it.
And my passport arrived.