[Sundae]

Dana slipped off early, and Limey and I had liquer coffees and follwed at a more sedate pace.
We went looking for an off licence to get some wine for our room.
We found one, and were quite bemused to find that you could not touch any of the alcohol - it was all protected by a plastic "wall" that ran around three sides of the shop, with a little serving hatch in it. You asked the owner for what you wanted and he fetched it for you. I've never seen anything like that, but when we went into another one on Sunday, Dana admitted there was one like it in Leeds.

As we were walking out, a slurring Glaswegian asked where we were going and whether he could come along. Limey said in a withing tone, "No." and carried on moving. "Nae borther" came the amicable reply. I was glad she was there. My instinct to be polite would at least have made me engage in conversation with him and that could never have come to any good.

Back to the hotel, open the wine and get into the Cellar!
Oh. And then get into bed together. Well, what's a girl to do..?