Melville Terrace

A day of little bits here and there.

After a little bit here, we picked up the eldest Ciglette from her sleepover / birthday / movie thing and took her to tennis in the Meadows for 11. Whilst she learned how to improve her topspin lobs in frankly breezy conditions better suited to backhand passing shots, the guys skulked around the park, bought coleslaw and ticked off this troublesome one.

Black paint on some sort of electrical box; triple stripe above, double underline AND an arrow in from the bottom left - the brazen self publicising hussy that he is.

Then brief lunch before the skate park beckoned. No limbs broken. Always a relief.

Wee Zander prodding daises from behind a muckle big oak tree.