Bearing Gifts

Oh dear! This is hardly the weather I would have wished on visitors to Edinburgh over the holiday weekend. It seems to have hardly stopped raining since Budapest boy and Luca jetted in on Wednesday evening.
I met them this morning in rained soaked Fountainbridge for a coffee in one of the few coffee shops open outwith the city centre. Some of the surrounding road were awash with huge puddles, meaning that a certain agility was required to jump out of the way of the tsunami like waves caused by passing cars.
I left them for the afternoon, walking under a shared umbrella into the dark, sodden gloom of downtown Boxing Day Edinburgh.
I know the weather is not my fault, but why could there not even be a slight chink of sun in the last three days to welcome them home. The fact that it is sunny back in Budapest rubs salt into the wound.

His Lordship opted out of the outing this morning in order to recharge his batteries behind The Door, but he has set the table for supper and organised the chilling of the wine. The young ones are coming to dine at our table again, where they will be force fed yet more turkey. There is a certain irony in us humans gorging on a turkey which was itself force fed.

This blip is of my beautiful Hungarian cushion, given to me for Christmas. The embroidery is amazing, and it will be much treasured.