It's not been a great weekend for the Auld Reekie Ranter. One of those weekends when just about everything that could go wrong did go wrong. We all have them - times when you just have to forget and move on.
Three weeks from my wedding to the lovely Marion and one or two hitches have emerged. Nothing that can't be overcome but the pre-wedding nerves are jangling just that little bit more.
Hearts lost in the league for the first time this season just to add to the woes of the weekend. A weekend that would have seen my grandmother's 106th birthday and my father's 76th birthday.
I think they would have both approved of my bride-to-be, particularly my father who would, I'm sure, have declared Marion far too good for me. And he would have been right.
Today is also Robert Burns' Day, Scotland's famous national poet, who was born on this day in 1759.
It may have been a weekend to forget for the Ranter - but some things will never be forgotten.