Having caught up with some sleep, I keep a very quiet day. It's sunny with some high-level cloud. Not warm, only 5C. Head out for shopping around the 3pm mark, which doesn't take long. It's not busy. My usual daily rag, the Press & Journal, has not come on the plane this morning. The only papers within sight are the Glasgow Herald and the Guardian. A nearly full moon rises over the trees opposite the filling station. A French couple knock on the door, looking for a bed, which mrs B has not got to spare. Supper was a cold buffet, using up what was not used over the weekend. Another late night ceilidh, liberally sprinkled with wine, followed until 2.40 a.m.. And try to order a cab after 2 in the morning.
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BEAUTIFUL PICTURES!!
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