With apologies to imindoors; soz, mate.

And so the Ben More P7 week arrived; whilst Tom's phone pinged furiously with excited 11-12 year olds virtually squealing with excitment, he lay sleeping...  Spare a thought for the poor laddie who arrived late to the party. A bit like popcorn in the microwave, as it's nearly ready the popping slows then stops. So Tom's phone fell silent. After a 5 minute lull there was a ping. Then another. Then a third. 
"Guys..who's excited for the trip today?"
[...silence...]
"I can't wait this is going to be soooo cool"
[....more silence...]
Guys....?

Poor Alfie. 

Tom did eventually get himself up, fed and off we went to deposit him in the safe care of school camp. 

A glorious day; at odds with Thursday's wet and a really enjoyable meander up and around the 'hood; Stockbridge, New Town and back through some nice bits of Leith. Qupi for a flat white; which was nice; and some bits gathered ahead of the festive season; and by mid afternoon I rolled home via the grafitti wall and logged on to write it all up. (my day, not the grafitti wall)

I ceased operations about 5.30; and off to town for curry and to plonk a bottle into the lad's mitt for his 24th birthday; and eventually we settled onto the sofa for some peace and quiet.

It didn't last long; by the time I'd got in, there was mayhem breaking out...