Just the same

I think my father is certifiably insane. I got home at some stupid hour last night, collapsed exhausted on my bed, woke up at 5am (as per) for a couple of lonesome hours, and was clearly absolutely shattered but my father still feels the need to come bounding in at 10am telling me to 'rise and shine'... I kid you not.

This is Princes Street (obviously) but it's pretty cool to think that (disregarding the buses, non-existent trams and the random crane) this would have been a very similar view (from the top of Calton Hill) decades ago. There were some cool views over to Fife but a couple of sneaky tourists I hadn't noticed ruined all the photos I took of them.

Seriously considering getting into bed right now. Yes, it is half six but it is like my own little cocoon.

I have got to get out more.