JB and Quigley

Roused by a kerfuffle outside the front door - the local militant feminists are out with their popup bobby. We’re going to take turns taking him in for the night. Let’s hope he survives intact for the whole two weeks that we have him.
Onward later to see the Hearts - our unbeaten home run shudders to a halt - we play well, have 62% possession, but for the fourth game on a row, we can’t score. Unlike fatso Boyd’s Kilmarnock. It’s not really the form you need to stay at the summit, but as Schmelltick don’t play till the morn, we enjoy our last evening carousing away at the top in the Diggers.