Got up at 8am, had a bit of breakfast and took a few panadol for the niggling headache, too much whisky last night on an already dehydrated body.

Mid morning Ken, Linda and myself went for a walk ending up at Bridge of Weir where we had bacon rolls and coffee. The sun was shining and it was bloody marvellous.

The bacon rolls went down a treat.

It took about an hour to get back to the house and then Ken and I headed to have a look at Corseford. We both noticed the same thing, everything looked so small to what we remember. It was great to stroll down memory lane and when we did we bumped into Christine… It’s a small world.

Drove around the area and passed the two gravestones of two dogs that died many moons ago, I crashed into the Afghan Hound’s years ago one night I was out playing in the snow and ice in the car. I made a right arse of the corner and ploughed into the wall.