A day less young, slightly dehydrated, but well rested, I wrap up the bedding and head for the dentist. They stamp the prescription and I hightail it out of town.
Angus needs a lift to Vogrie with his speaker risers. It’s bucketing down and the site is full of characters painting signs and shifting slabs of beer. I head home.
Claire gets back and heats up a late lunch. She’s had an adventure at the hairdresser - an experience I will probably never understand. Red wine helps her get over it.
We’re watching a movie when Angus calls. He’s thinking about starting the night at Kinghorn. Instead, I collect him from Penicuik, and he eats a smoked sausage supper (with me acting precious about brown sauce on my new upholstery ;).