Scorchio.

Here's the longer version, then
On the bike after an hour of e mails; to a shady neighbourhood (House of Muir) only to realise I'd fucked up the dates and arranged to meet them on Friday. Gah! Still. Onwards to Stockbridge via a shady bike path; coffee in the sunshine before a first. Housing and I did bad cop / bad cop and got a result. (Slaaaaag) 
Then Leith, a snapped gear cable; a static High Street; full of parked buses, no air, noise and vehicles lined up in all directions, stuck, belching fumes and heat. Oh yes, the must see heart of Edinburgh, dear tourist. 

I dropped the bike at the bike shop; back to Leith and then home I did come; a shower and change of clothes and then as the clock struck 4, I was done and off to meet her for BBQ action in the 28C cauldron that was the Meadows. Some lamb shish, a lump of beef sirloin with jalepenos and some prawns in garlic and chilli and lime. With cold beer.

Back to hers; left at half time and couldn't summon up the enthusiasm to watch the 2nd half of the 2 most boring games in the tournament so far.