The interface (to use a polite euphemism) between the Tayside beavers and some of their human neighbours is deteriorating into an inter-farce.
Even as planet Earth began to teeter on its axis in a desperate attempt to counter the effects of America’s decision to install a one-man wrecking ball in the White House, two events unfolded – as a result of which, you might say I was all covered in a scarlet light.
Did you notice that last Friday, December 1, the day you hung up your advent calendar (because nothing says Christmas like chocolate coins), and the first day of meteorological winter, it got milder?
I took a good long look around Dens Park from the vantage point of my season ticket perch in the Bobby Cox Stand – or to supporters of a certain age the Provie Road End.
Did you know that Saturday April 22 is Earth Day? No? Well now that you do know, what would you like to do about it?
It’s wet. By “it” I mean everything. The world, as I know it, is wet.
The reputation of Scotland’s landowners took another hefty blow in the solar plexus in the seven days since I made the case for legislation to protect the red fox from the worst excesses of what passes for land management, after a protest outside the Scottish Parliament about abuse of foxhunting legislation.
If you are one of those people who don’t go to Dens Park because you think life is too short and your time can be more wisely spent, you would have had some unlikely adherents in the Bobby Cox Stand on Friday night.
Sometimes I worry about our near neighbours to the south of Carter Bar. Relax, this is not about the election, although you could be forgiven for thinking so from that first sentence.
So did you bag any grouse on the glorious twelfth? No, neither did I.