Rescue remedy
Hairy Maclairy isn't very happy tonight (despite having joined some sort of club today where they hit each other with medieval swords), and I really want to go over and hug him. But, it probably wouldn't be very good for his street cred, and it probably wouldn't be particularly clever of me to drive through Central Scotland for a couple of hours in the dark, just so I can hug him!
His dad's gone instead, with his bike and some bits and pieces he's left behind.
I'm sure he'll be hyper and cheerful again tomorrow, but tonight I'm worried about him.
