Arrived

It all seems a lot more joyful with a 7 year old to buy crepes for.
My godson is here from France for a week and i get to share Edinburgh with him. Though he was born here he informed the crepes man as we discussed possible fillings before sensibly opting for chocolate and marshmallows.
Both lurgy infested we bussed it to the helter skelter and whipped round the carousel promising another visit when its not raining. He'd been dreaming about it the night before.
Time was spent checking out shoes with Nell, loving the rechristened
Cl-orpheus, a cat with fur(to be explained in another post) Then it was ceilidh time and we didn't leave the dance floor.