There was a feeling in the dugout that the pressure was on us to do something. Thank goodness for the veterans who stepped up first.

Oh, my goodness -- there's her stove. All the memories we had there were good.

Those volunteers that do everything out of the goodness of their hearts are extremely valuable to us.

The Crucifixion and other historical precedents notwithstanding, many of us still believe that outstanding goodness is a kind of armor, that virtue, seen plain and bare, gives pause to criminality. But perhaps it is the other way around.

That's impressive. Thank goodness we were playing defense and getting rebounds. That kept us in the game.

At Holyrood's official opening ceremony, Scotland's Poet Laureate Edwin Morgan told us in his poem of the same name to 'Open the Doors!' and we are doing exactly that.