This weekend I took the kids to music school and, using only a Lego samurai sword, picked the lock of a friend’s briefcase.
I drove Kurtzhau over to see his friend, hung out with experimental archaeologists, admired a home-made romanesque arch, and came home with a slab of stone bearing a carved Pictish bull.
I went to Edinburgh castle with my wife and daughter, and listened to the latter explain William Wallace to me.
After tea, I started reading Howard’s Tigers of the Sea to an overtired Kurtzhau who spent the day in the open air.
Tomorrow I will sit down and write fiction…