Bob on a postbox

After waving Mrs Smith off to work and seeing Ruby head out for the day with her pal, I set off into town with the twins.

An hour of fart and poo gags from the List Operators in the Pleasance was followed by a meander along the Royal Mile from where we spotted Bob doing his thing for the crowds.

The sun even shone at one point as we snarfed our hot dogs in the Pleasance courtyard.

Bumped into two sweaty blippers later who were cycling laps around Arthur's Seat.