Don't forget to put your clocks forward!

I'm not saying much tonight at the end of my lovely Edinburgh week. I'm sure you know exactly how I'm feeling right now. I'd prefer to wind my clocks back to Sunday of last week so I could have my time again!

The day started wild and windy as I stared out of the window having my usual breakfast. I have been coming here for years now and my inner self gave a little cheer when I heard David tell a group of German people on the table behind me 'Now don't forget to put your clocks forward tomorrow. You will lose an hour but I'm sorry, I won't be giving you a refund!'

When it's towards the end of October and the clocks go back, David tells people he won't charge them for the extra hour. I love these routines. They make me feel safe and part of the furniture with life trundling on around me with nothing ever changing. It's a comfort.

After I'd printed out my boarding pass and settled my bill in David's inner sanctum which I always do the day before I leave, I headed to Brunsfield on the number 11 and wrote post cards in Costa Coffee with my usual chai latte and a gooey cake. Another routine! I don't often write anything with a pen. My handwriting has always been awful since schooldays and having a job using computers has not improved things over the years. I inherited my spidery writing from dad.

I caught the bus to Ocean Terminal after that where I went to see something I should have never gone to see in a million years! No, not Fifty Shades of Grey! I am not a frustrated old bag yet. Hmmmm... Anyway, I saw the new version of Cinderella as it was conveniently on every hour as it was new.

The film was full of mothers who wanted to see it dragging unfortunate kids who really did not want to see it. How I sat through that pile of sentimental slush is beyond me! Well, I couldn't get out as I was sat nearest the wall and my exit on my row was blocked by a pregnant woman the size of the Hindenburg. Rather than cause an accident, I stayed put. If anyone says they saw me looking misty eyed, I am denying it!

BLEURGGGHHHH! I am watching Casualty while writing this and there was a lot of blood!

Anyway, there was no golden coach to spirit me to the ball to meet the man of my dreams after the film had reached its happy conclusion. As you can see from my picture, there was just a number 11 bus waiting in front of the fun fair which had appeared in the middle of the week.

Track? Here is a lovely song from 1967 and the Seekers. I wish my carnival would never be over - The Carnival Is Over