I don't like tattie scones. I know, shocking isn't it? Not only Scottish but born and brought up in by Glaswegians, and I really don't like tattie scones. (Potato Scones for those of you not from this small starch loving part of the world.)

The fact that right now I'm craving a 'roll and tattie scone' kinda tells me I need sleep. Well, I need some decent food and then sleep. Only five hours to go... and then of course an hour to get home and then at least an hour making a fuss of Dram since I kinda abandoned him to my sister's tender mercies last night... oh and then I have to remember to close the dawn_stillness challenge at 10 tonight...

Maybe tattie scones aren't that bad after all...