On Friday night Jane and I drove down to Edinburgh — a journey made all the more adventurous for our brief detour through Inverkeithing to unsuccessfully avoid the worst of the Forth Road Bridge traffic — for our brother-in-law Paul’s 40th birthday ceilidh.
I love getting together with my family-in-law, especially when there’s an excuse to wear our kilts!
And there was another reason to celebrate that evening: I managed to get into my kilt again for the first time in about two years, such is the success of my exercise programme.
A couple of photos of sisters and brothers-in-law:
From left to right: Soo, Pauline and Jane — they’re sisters, can you tell?
The brothers-in-law: Paul, Gareth and Martin.
I was also able to get into my 1978 Scotland World Cup t-shirt for the first time in five years. I love that t-shirt, not just because of my memories of the 1978 World Cup but mostly because it makes me look as though I’m wearing a clerical dog-collar!
I think we just need to convince Martin to grow a beard! And I should really lose some more hair, I’m clearly letting the side down!