Mair Snaw

Blighter, did that weather not come down at times today? A rhetorical question. Actually, I don't think it came down so much, as came across. Still, between showers, there were some minor successes - the boy's van is taxed at last and he give me a lift back from Summerhall, where I took some snaps which were unbearably drab.
Later I stood at the West End watching the swirling snow while I waited for the Granton Omnibus. I was aff to join the chums down at the boatie club for the monthly chinwag and engage in a spot of beer drinking. The main terror of such an evening is accepting a lift back from D who is getting on in years and who seems totally oblivious of the lanes in the road. Give me the bloody wheel!