Well, Craig didn't make it to the football - chicken or what? Was he secretly worried that the pensioners would show him up? He didn't get up until 10:00 am and then went to Aberdeen to surf, so there was no way he was going to make it to the football in time for the 1:00 pm kick off. He did, however, make it to the pub - Jo and Kelly had gone over to Inverurie anyway - but even this was too much for him - they had planned to go out tonight, but he and Kelly just crashed after tea of Spag Bog.
Lucy phoned tonight and I mentioned that it was my Dad's birthday on Friday - he was 87 - the shortest day. He's fine in his own wee world - no longer stressed about lack of memory etc - and long may it be that way.
The team photo from this afternoon is above.
Looking forward to Christmas.
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