I’M not feeling too tricky when I wake up at Catriona and Will’s. Margaret’s worse. A lot worse.

Margaret forgoes the bacon rolls, manages a coffee then goes back to bed. Matty and I blether while Catriona and Will are away to see a kitchen planner about a potential revamp.

When they get back we have more coffee, Margaret gets up and we all test our fitness to drive with Will’s breath tester. We’re all OK…Margaret doesn’t feel OK tho’, so I drive home via Dunblane where we pick up a few odds and ends of shopping.

We have a late lunch while Margaret watches the tennis, get some done and nap on the couch.

I knock up some beef in black bean sauce and we eat in front of the telly watching a David Bowie documentary then a much needed early night.