Sunday 8 July 2012: Miss Molly
A nip through to Glasgow for a lunch appointment with sleepy Miss Molly and her rightfully proud parents. Great to see them all after far too long, and lovely to get a wee cuddle.
A nippier nip back as the traffic cleared to watch Mr. Murray seal his defeat. I know even less about tennis than I do football, but I get the sense he probably deserved to win more than those who choose to kick a ball around on behalf of our country.
Which country he hits balls about on behalf is of course a topic of great confusion. The (English) presenter announced at the beginning that "The First Minister of Scotland, Sir Alex Ferguson, had just arrived." Then, after it was all over, I heard a foreign commentator on the radio say "The English should be proud of what they've achieved today."
Whether we find ourselves independent in two years or not, someone's got to sort that nonsense out.