Fountain in Princes Street Gardens.

This blipping on the way to work lark is working a treat. Much less stressful than blipping on the way home.

Apparently the DVD I ordered about a month ago has finally arrived, but I probably won't get my hands on it till Friday. Just in time for the weekend.

The deceased washing machine has a successor lined up.

I still have my cap.

A couple of years ago when I was staying in a bunk house at the back of beyond I phoned and asked a friend to go to my flat and unplug the two way radio I had accidentally left on charge to ensure that it didn't burn my house down.

Today I was at last able to return the favour and reassure my friend that there is no police tape across her front door, nor any fire damage or water damage within. Just some post for her to open when she gets home.

I now have a warm internal glow.

Happy days.