twinned with trumpton

By MrFT

With a busy day scheduled, we were aiming for the 0906 train fae Haymarket but thanks to Scotrail's insistence that you cna only buy Kids for a Quid tickets over the counter, we stood behind someone making enquiries about a trip next week whilst our train arrived, took on passengers and then left. There was only one thing to do - croissants / pain au chocolat from Twelve Triangles and get the 0936 instead.

Paw picked us up and after a swift coffee, Alex and I set about moving the log delivery from the drive to under cover at the back door. Tom (the invalid - !) sat with his granny and tried patiently to school her on Whatsapp.

With the logs all safely stowed away, pizza came out the oven and after another coffee Paw took us in to Forthbank and left us to get seated for Stirling Albion v  Stranraer. The programme notes cheerily pointed out that the Binos were not prone to scoring in the first half of games this season with a single goal having been scored in the opening 45 minutes so far. 
Come half time the Binos were 4-1 up and spiritually 6 or 7-1 up. 

Needless to say with the game already won, Stranraer set about damage limitation and 4 of the starting 11 didn't emerge for the 2nd half. Similarly the Binos opted to give game time to fringe players and 4-1 it ended.
On the way back to the station I bumped into Aichy and partner (a week later I still can't remember her name). He was a real character from the terraces at Annfield, all quiffs and acoustic guitars and the man who kicked off Twist and Shout and took Rave On as his own. Really really good to see him after all these years.

Onwards to the station and the photo is the boys larking about.

However. 20 minutes after this photo was taken...

"Dad...."

Yes Tom?

"You know last week.....? My tummy is strting to feel the same as it did then....."

Right. 

Off at Haymarket; met Her and Loki (who had been due to come home with us), popped brufen and headed for home.

A hot water bottle, a small portion of pork and cider casserole and then

Tom - if you were a betting man - would you see yourself in hospital tonight..?

"...yes, probably..'

NHS 24 and after 45 mins of their joyous banter, Tom's mother came and fetched him and took him across town.

By 11 they'd settled him in and were keeping him for the night with a view to having a proper look in the morning.

*Spoiler alert - he got out the next day*

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