Late

Nothing much was done in the early part of the day then some people came round and drank beer and ate a pile of charred food. Some of them left their children and went home. Luckily I slept through the weans being there in the morning and, even better, all the dish washing. Oops.

Tomorrow, in the absence of photos I'll lounge around all day complaining that it's too hot. All offers of beer will be accepted. I'll watch cycling and tennis on the TV. Andy Murray will win and Alex Salmond will make an arse of himself getting a saltire out of his wife's handbag, but only when Murray has actually won. Not while there's the possibility of him losing. That's the kind of qualified support you want from your First Minister. Aye.