And so my winning streak finally ended; so many days that I've lost count, but it's been ages and ages since I last had a day out where I didn't take the bike due to inclement weather. I tried, dear reader, I tried. But 3 calls in and I was still only a mile from home and It was 'naw,, sod this fir a gemme eh sowjers' and I came home for the car. 

But within that I tried to do stuff on foot; after a swing around Comely Bank, I parked up at a supermarket that rhymes with Mesco and walked around 3; including one that was a floor below where my uncle lived in about 1979 / 1980. And I also managed to pop into the Open Eye to see a Paul Furneaux exhibition (I liked the flat squares rather than the 3D ones - but hurry, closes Saturday) before plodding on some more. 

Then home as the weather brightened and waded into the pile of paperwork to be done. 

I made made an 1830 appointment in an effort to encourage me to work late and get my time from debit to credit (the blip is elsewhere) before coming home to cook but ended up asleep for something like 11 hours. Delayed jetlag?