Babble

I was up a bit earlier than I meant to be after last night's entertainments and subsequent tea-drinking and telly-watching back at home, so I took myself off down to the book festival and got a ticket for a cracking poetry event, Bus Stops, Cul-de-Sacs And Rutted Tracks. A lovely way to start the day, followed up by coffee and cake with an old pal in the gardens of Charlotte Square.

Domestic stuff in the afternoon, out babysitting for that jaybroek in the evening.

Babble On