And now …

… for something completely different. Different from our usual Sundays in that we were still at the breakfast table when normally we’d be heading out to church; different from the two days we’ve spent here so far in that it didn’t involve food other than that required to keep us alive. Different in that meeting family members was more or less unplanned until the last moment and had no underlying celebratory function.

Ewan was round very briefly in the morning picking up parcels we’d kept for him - a flying visit in the morning sun. I sat in the garden to do my Italian . We had some soup and bread for lunch. The cats came and went, devouring the contents of their food bowls with enthusiasm.

Then we set off to go and watch James playing against Cramond Something. We sat with his aunt on a grassy bank and watched him through the customary bars of a cage - we seem only to avoid such things when Spartans are playing at home. I have to say I think we wiz robbed (it was a draw) but James played with flair and skill , was frequently cheered on by supporters and scored rather splendidly. He was unenthusiastic afterwards, but politely so …

I’m actually writing this before dinner - I’ve really struggled to make sense on there last evenings. The Master of the House is expected very late… Can we be sober, be vigilant?

*Virtual Mars Bar to the first to tell me precisely and accurately why this should be so?