Tomorrow night is smoky-drinky night, which is why tonight is another statistics-and-report night. No real drinking again. I only have a half bottle of Glenfiddich 12-year-old just to oil the cogs. The other half bottle is downstairs (Morrisons have the half-bottles on sale so two half-bottles are £6 cheaper than one whole one).
As I've mentioned in the past, one of the smoky-drinkers is the grandfather of a completely non-abused child with several congenital flaws and a mother who, while a calm and pleasant enough woman, could most kindly be described as 'not Professorial material'. This child has been taken by the SS.
Having read this, and having followed it up through several other sources since, the following dilemma presents itself.
Do I tell him about this stuff? Do I load those videos onto my laptop and take it along? Or do I keep silent?
We are, after all, in Aberdeenshire. And if I did tell him, there's not a hell of a lot he could really do other than lose a lot of sleep.