After work yesterday, the gappies and Sara took me out for a celebratory drink. Unfortunately, the barman didn’t ask for i.d.  🙁

We went to the crieff hotel and had a few drinks, before heading back to John’s house (the guy I play volleyball with on a thursday night, and looks like Hugh Grant)  for a wee dram. A little nip of scotch is it’s literal meaning, but in reality, a wee dram is more like a large pint! (Roll the r when you say it)

I also received a few pressies from the guys here: Two bottles of bubbly, a couple of beers (from the staff, not the kids!), two birthday cakes, a scottish/english translation book (so be prepared for some rippers!), a few hand made birthday cards from the kids and a very boisterous rendition of ‘Happy Birthday Mr Stevens!’