:: good morning sunshine ...

... and good afternoon fog. Or rather, good afternoon haar. It came drifting in from Fife at about lunchtime, blotting out the ends of the bridges and chilling the air. It was also quite blustery, which is unusual with a haar and may mean it'll be blown away.

Weather gets to be very important when you have a dog -- nothing as dispiriting as glancing out the window at the rain/sleet/hail/fog and thinking, time for walkies.

We had nice walks today though -- met up with lots of Bertie's large fan club. Like Alastair, who works on the road bridge and has a Lhasa Apso called Jasmine. "No' so great when I take her to the pub." And Bridie from down the road with her short, fat terrier, Butch -- Bertie's scared of him but loves Bridie. Then there were George and Sheila, from down the road and around the corner. They have a corgi and a guide dog, because George is partially sighted. They live above what used to be a pet shop, and today they were telling me about how many shops there used to be, before the Scotmid supermarket opened. There were three butchers, three grocery shops, a bakery and a wool shop. Now it's all knick-knacks and tartan tat. And of course Scotmid is suffering in turn because now an enormous Tesco has opened nearby.

So yes, that was interesting. And then I got busy and swept up the dog hair and dirt littering the floors, and washed the dishes. A very suburban day.

I'd had very little sleep -- Bertie got up crying and carrying on at about 5am. I let him outside and he went out and started eating grass, so I suspect a stomach upset. He wouldn't come back in so I left the door open and went back to bed. I'd just dozed off and he came back inside grizzling and crying again. Argh! This time I ignored him. Today he's fine, after a slow start.

Work has been ok today, no major dramas.