Hypoglycaemia needs Feeding

The large lemon scone eaten at the newly discovered Turkish café in Morningside this morning while catching up with a fellow book grouper, failed to deliver sufficient calories as a brunch alternative to save me from getting hypoglycaemia as I battled the gales this afternoon to see if daughter#2 was in residence. When I discovered it was the schools’ midterm and the family were up at their Rannoch residence, I needed sustenance to get me home without feeling wobbly, hence the marmite mini rice cakes. Very tasty they were too.

The city is full of groups of well heeled men of a certain age, up for the rugby Calcutta Cup at Murrayfield . It always feels like another Battle of Bannockburn or Flodden depending on the outcome and I’m not sure my blood pressure can cope if I watch on TV.
I actually passed the whole of the English team with their coach Eddie Jones yesterday as they strolled down south Bridge ...... huge guys. I wonder how they will manage, huge or not, with the stormy fore runner winds of storm Ciara, due to kick in in earnest just as the match starts.