Odd call.

My brother just phoned me, from our folks' place in Ayr. There's some work being done on a brick garage/shed/thing, and the bloke doing it had his son along to lend a quick hand. This turned out to be an old school friend of mine. Quite a good friend, too - one of the last couple I lost touch with, way back when. We had a very pleasant chat, and it turns out that since April he's actually been living on the next street to me. I've walked right past his place loads of times, but never bumped into him.

Some of you may be familiar with Andrew as the subject of my "gullible isn't in the new dictionaries" story.

I'm really pleased about this.

In other news, the wind didn't materialise last night, although apparently it did get quite fierce in the Borders.