Bedding

"The gardens will be completely restored...."  Aye, right. But when? And how long before the next corporate trashing? We've only got as far as a couple of beds of probable primulas. I feel sorry for the poor trees; their pals just down the slope were all hacked down last year (some bollocks about improved access to the National Gallery).

In other news, a small amount of haggis featured in our meal (cooked by D) along with the last of our famous neep crop (which were very scabby and quite teugh, but OK mashed with sufficient butter!). D favoured me with his full Tam o' Shanter (as it were!) and I responded with Cold Night on Bernard St. Slàinte!