Hellawrerr!

Off to Glasgow with Mrs Rex to meet up with the brother and his wife and, for a few hours, our cousin who came up from the old home town to catch up with us over a few glasses of Prosecco (for the ladies of course) in our hotel. After the bottle was emptied we waved her goodbye and headed off to the Ardnamurchan Bar & Restaurant at the top of Hope Street for dinner where we were joined by Russell to help us neck a bottle of Malbec. And he let us treat him to a glass of Ardbeg Uigeadail. I don't know who he gets his taste for expensive things from.

I blame Mrs Rex.