Long Friday

Friday night, knackered, having fallen asleep in the sun. Long , long day, awake at 4 a.m. - wide awake, restless - so up eventually at 5 a.m. then off to the Mercat .

Totally incredible , the morning chorus with all the drills and the noise from the Tramworks , just out of order , at one point you could not hold a conversation - is it revenge for the adverse comments we have been making ? Despite this we were steady a.m. and I took the bus along for the roast beef- but got involved in the crowds heading for Ingliston to the flower show.

After lunch headed home sharp, planned on a swim but pool was busy , so with sun up and hitting 22 C it was out into the garden and more plants into pots.

Sparky called in , now in Killin after his five day hike, off to socialise with some young ladies this evening and back to "auld reekie" in the afternoon.
Mrs. B.'s pals arrived so we had a nice sunny dinner, but I did pop over to see how the birds were doing in the bird box under the CCTV , six eggs and doing fine - so an extra "nip" forced over the lips by Mike and family.

Britains Got Talent was total rubbish tonight, so I missed nothing by dozing off - but now in need of a real sleep.

Hear now taht Brian Sibson the Butcher has just fallen foul,of the credit crunch and shut down - yet another butchere who has suffered from the High Street wars.

Sorry that there was nothing exciting to report.