Worry not.

Mrs FP informs me the great cushion saga is progressing slowly towards a satisfactory conclusion.

A day of lambs, daffodils, all things coming abud. Warmth in the sunshine, rainbows, a bridge across the Tay to an attractively named hamlet called Wormit, and as I write this the garden is currently awash after a couple of hours of heavy rain.

The weekend is upon us again, it seems to be happening with increasing regularity, never the less I hope you enjoy it.