In which we learnt the joys of eating pickled song birds and, if you can handle 6 divided by 3, how you've cracked mathematics.
A quiet night. Bitterly cold. When I mentioned this a neighbour went a wee bitty balistic. COLD! THIS ISN"T COLD. I'LL SHOW YOU COLD - at which point he was dragged away - on account of it being way past his tea time.
But it was good to get out again.
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