WE HAVE a long lie, drink coffee and chat then drag ourselves out of bed.

I have some West Highland Way Gifts’ orders to finish off and get ready for posting…and also some other stuff that needs dropped off locally.

Margaret drives me to the next village where I do some deliveries then I walk back as darkness falls.

My pal Chris is playing an early evening set at the local pub so I nip down for a couple pints, enjoy his set and have a blether before making for home, getting Margaret and wandering along to Fiona’s for Barbara’s birthday drinks.