After an early morning catch up of the Giro (is this Pantani's year?) I walked out into the 'hood for a RV wi J Dawg. Hot it wiz,  right from the off.

We dodged melting tarmac and fire hydrants and ice cream vans in our travels of Stockbridge ( were they reinserting a Gormley into the WOL? Could be...)

I was home for lunch, then shopping and a small victory lap of the immediate ' hood and home to grapple with the shite IT.

To taunt IAC I set out for the Meadows with a bbq and some chicken and Newcastle Brown ale and soaked up some rays.

More shady Edinburghers who are not pillars of the community