I gave a conference paper on Skye at 12.45 pm today. (SuperSpouse phoned me at 9am in the lecture theatre to wish me luck, which I suppose will teach me not to forget to turn the blooming gadget OFF ...)
Saw a dolphin leap through the water in front of the ferry (wouldn't you?! leap, I mean, if you were a dolphin!), and had a lovely train-ride all the way home again.
But it's now 12.45 am, SuperSpouse is packing for his Last of the Summer Wine trip to Milan - where the guys are tram-surfing for their annual trip - and I'm tired. Incidentally, I've trained him NOT to call it a long weekend - six days away is a "short week", surely?
I shall iron one shirt ... before I fall asleep over the ironing board. Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz