Too fresh-looking by half
Remarkably, nobody was hungover from the previous day's activities. This came as a surprise to most of us, I think.
The day continued to go well, with Nic kindly taking us to the airport. Not only did this spare us the ranty taxi-driver we'd booked, but he took us by a twisty-turny scenic route too.
When I got back to Edinburgh, I hightailed it to Murrayfield to watch Scotland beat France 29-18. There was even a some-time blipper sitting behind us.