I have sat in the same place for such long periods of time this week that I was beginning to wonder what I may look like carved out of stone.

By lunchtime today I had the flight sensation rushing round my body - a need to get out, run, escape. I opted for the get out as I didn't think I would be capable of any running let alone James Bond style escaping.

I chose wisely where I should go. The thought of a long crisp country walk was very appealing but I can't yet risk my stomach. A walk into town was a nice alternative, the hustle and bustle of a Friday afternoon was just perfect.

On Princes Street I opted for the paths through the gardens. The gardens were almost deserted, it was such a peaceful place. These stair handrails always make me stop - I wonder how many people notice their elaborate beauty as they hold on whilst stepping up or down.

It was wonderful to be out in fresh air again but it was even better to crawl back into my smoothed out space and curl up for a wee sleep when I returned home.