Wet

The day of the unwanted election started damp, and turned gradually worse. We had some chores to do in town and decided to look at the wee loch in Princes Street Gardens. The seagulls seemed to like it, but the automatic grass cutter was a little confused by the puddles. I’m not sure why it was out yesterday, but it was fun watching it. The extra is some water coming up from a manhole on Princes Street. I watched the start of the election night coverage assuming it would be boring, but the exit poll meant I stayed up until it was clear that Mrs T2 had failed miserably to get a majority. We live in interesting times.

Yesterday’s blip.