Another school drop off - then with my phone not synching with my diary, I tried in vain to clatter round the neighbourhood in a professional manner but... Eventually I got it sorted with paper and pen - old skool solutions to the rescue. 
And another lunch without food but the Fruitmarket - needs more time - and the City Arts Centre - loved Edwin Lucas (?); some genuinely amazing paintings. I hated my 3pm call who I knew wouldn't turn up (he has been trying to con us for ages, but never shows up - 4 co workers have had a kick at this particular ball, and today was turn.) As I waited in vain, the rain began to fall, then it ramped up and battered down. I sped for home; content in the knowledge I could at least get a shower once through the door. 
I tried to work on but the systems were not playing so - left over chilli and beer preceded the solitary festival experience of 2018 - Mogwai at Leaf Featre. Bike SHop Neill arranged to meet a bunch of his mates, and Welsh Colin and Stevie showed up fae Armadale so I chatted between acts before having another 5 years of the date my deafness will be complete. Impressive, magestic, hypnotic - downright fabulous. 

I cycled home in the cool that followed the sweatiness and with a dull buzz in the ears droppped off to sleep.