Better than Saturday, but...

I did at least get up and do stuff and in my usual crap patient way, decided 50 km on the bike was the best cure. 

So off I went on a Cigs hunt to Midlothian (just) and was successful too! Thankfully the rain fell as I arrived at the underpass and had more or less abated by the time I'd fannied about taking photos.

To hers next. We had a snack lunch with a suitably cheesy crap movie (that I found; shit....!) before heading off into the evening as G was due and managed a quick wander with Barry and then went home to collapse in front of mind numbing TV.