The sun is now shining in East Porridge-Wogland and I have read the newspapers, done the crosswords and Sudokus and now I am typing this. Praise be to the Orange dongle. Mrs TMRBB is werking "compacted hours" so that we can leave early on Friday. This does, of course, mean that I am somewhat unable to imbibe as I am the only one insured to drive the horrid hire car and I have to pick her up from the office.
The little town we are in, just outside Dunfirmline has: 1 pub (we are in it), 1 bookies, 1 Funeral Directors, 3 take-away shops, 1 newsagent, 2 banks/Building Societies, 1 cafe, 1 hairdresser and 1 mini-market type thing.
I am now sitting in the room, listening to women grunt on BBC1.
Tomorrow we move to a "better" hotel...