Ben Wyvis, from the Clachnaharry Inn beer garden

I've had a busy day. I walked to the world famous Inn to book my birthday lunch. That all went fairly well. Naturally I had a couple of pints of Yarl while I was there, to check that they are maintaining standards.  Once I had walked back, I had some books to post, and a few things to buy at the local shop. I managed to forget most of them and had to return. By this time, I was feeling fairly frazzled. (Warm, humid day.) I got the forgotten items and was back in the outside world, when the young lad who had served me came rushing after me with my debit card. I thanked him profusely, but was now totally frazzled.