Days like these

It’s rather pouring today and I am well invested in the window seat at Luvians, sipping my hot chocolate and having a wee bit of time-out.

I had a great time yesterday in Edinburgh visiting the Morningside library which is a really tip-top place with many interesting books on local history. Of course I am biased as it’s my patch, Morningside. I feel at home walking around here and still see the old ken’t faces wandering around, doing their stuff, going to Waitrose’s to pick up their weekly shop, dropping by the Merlin or Canny Mans (if they can afford it), popping into Hills (Ladbrokes has now gone alas), or just frequenting one of the many coffee shops which now adorn the main drag. I think there are about a dozen now. Long ago there was only the Coffee Stop, except I never ever stopped there to my recollection. Coffee stopping was not the art form that it is nowadays.

Looks like we have finally sold our property in Kelty which is a relief. Crazily we bought there 15 years back when we did work for Wimpey Homes with the flower business. I probably did the worst property deal ever as I sold my flat in the heart of London to enable it. This still hurts to be honest. But as a businessman I don’t cut it and I know it. My talents lie elsewhere I think. I am still trying to unravel that one though.

Anyway I suppose the beginning of wisdom starts with knowing which road we shouldn’t be travelling down. It’s taken me a bit to grasp this mind.

Anyway I am all set for the summer now. I have made some good progress on the golf course this week, added to a few more tour bookings coming in (one with 10 ladies coming to see Dundee and me!)

Am looking forward to watch Scotland play Ireland tomorrow at the rugger. I do hope they don’t revert to cheating though and give an honest show.

Last day of Cheltenham chaps and I have not had one bet.

Now that is progress.

Mind you I do hanker after a pint one day down at that cosy little snug of a pub in Hollow Bottom, I think that’s what it’s called?! Take me back to bygone days wandering around the Cotswolds and slipping by the Woolpack and all that.

Now who could desire much more than that?

God get me a train and get me to Slad once again.

Rugby woes

It was a shocker for scottish rugby fans on Saturday as the team got beaten in Rome. A match that could have set up a thrilling encounter next week against Ireland for the Six Nations crown.

All was looking good as we were 20 to 10 ahead when Horne flew over in front of the posts and the commentator was talking about bonus points. However a replay of the action showed that Schoeman had intentionally obstructed an Italian player off the ball and a penalty was rightly awarded to Italy and the try nulled.

The fact was that Schoeman’s action was totally needless. Horne would still have scored. This turned the game around for Italy. What I found noteworthy were the journalists comments. They called it an ‘error’.

‘Error’ ! Come on chaps let’s face the facts here. This is downright cheating and has no place in the game of rugby. And please let’s start calling this out for what it really is. Greg Townsend the coach said that they would have to tackle this ill-discipline! Would he have said that he would root out the cheats in his team. He may then gain some credence in my books.

Anyway very well done to the Italians. They are now a major player in world rugby.

We are marching into springtime now folks apart from the lack of spring weather of course. I am maintaining my Rishi Sunak Monday fast and have got my coffee down to one a day. So hoorah. My golf swing is still challenging me at every turn though but some things never change.

This weeks tips are Lidl’s hazelnut croissants, wild nettle leaf salad and Lidl’s.

Lidl’s is just brill. Now there is a wee catchy number.

The first qualifying round of the Jock Hutchinson is on Saturday on the Eden course so I will keep you guys posted. This is my favourite St Andrews Club comp whereby qualifiers play a knock-out on the Old Course throughout the summer.

I did get to the final once and one up with two to go but I ceremoniously bottled it. Some things never change indeed.

Fare forward passengers.