Epicure

Imagine! A list was drawn up of chores to be done around the house. You could eat off the floor now. So there's a punishment which no longer worries me, ha.
Then up town, firstly to the Grassmarket to see the busker(s) then on to George Square to see Transmission. An immersive theatre experience was promised. Errr immersive if that means sitting in a lecture theatre while three rank amateurs, who should never have been allowed near a stage let alone on it, stumbled over their crass lines. And what they delivered was straight from their companion app - and probably the accompanying 10 hours of podcasts if you could be bothered listening to them. Horseshit. At least it was a 'two for one'.
So, home and something much more fulfilling - the lifting of the first couple of tattie shaws! Then time to hot foot it to the boat club meeting. Two months since the last so much has been going on. We may just be about to expand and nibble a bit more land. The expensive apartments overlooking our boat scrapyard will be delighted, I'm sure.