Wasn't me

Bit of a lie in after the Christmas party last night. Still managed to get a 12k run done in the wind and rain around Arthurs seat to meet J at Portie for 11am. There were rivers of water coming off the seat down the roads but I did see the otters in Dunsapie Loch at the top for the first time, too far away to get a good photo with an iPhone. Back in time to quickly get changed before going to Dishoom to meet RD and FH for a Christmas lunch. It was a set menu, which was humungous, to the point that we brought back 4 doggie boxes and were stuffed. Took Kilda up town to get some cards for people at Christmas. When we got back I played with Kilda a bit and heard a slight rip in her favourite stuffed pheasant. She is a nightmare once there is a hole she can get the stuffing out of but she never rips things apart. She does have that look of innocence “ what it wasn’t me”. Going to be a night in front of the fire to digest curry and watch TV and repair a pheasant.