Ocean Terminal November Nice

Wife, with a ridiculous and thus far used only twice, Hibernian football club scarf around her neck, daughter in a much more used Hibernian woolly hat and scarf, daughter's man, who started all this Hibernian stuff many years ago, looking the fool in a Hibernian centenary strip top, plus scarf, badge and probably pants and socks (I would not be in the least surprised) and brother-in-law similarly attired, are all sitting at Easter Road stadium watching football. Meanwhile, shunning such nonsense, I am doing some work in the huge glass-fronted atrium at Ocean Terminal - albeit while drinking Guinness. I have just consulted my sensible son, in Cheltenham, by text, and he confirms that I have made the right choice... (especially since, as light faded, I heard that Hibs had been defeated).