Westminster Bubble vs Edinburgh Glass House.

A quiet morning before shifting everyone out on bikes to the flat on the High St to avail wursels of the washing machine. Time, tide and proto teenage boys clothes wait for no man, so I filled a rucksack and off we went.

Once the wash was on, we wandered up to Skelf to seek out day 4's Behind Door 7; and arranged to meet Her - the first proper outing in about 2 weeks. We marvelled at the cutesy little door, walked Her a short way back towards home before heading off to reclaim the washing. 

Home we did go; a blowy last 1/4 mile into the teeth of a not insubstanial breeze. 

Oh - and I bought a lottery ticket on my travels. 

I recently acquired a new follower in Tumblr; he express delight at my use of street furniture and unusual take on his home town of Edinburgh. I thanked him for his kind words and opined that there are those better able to take nice shots of the castle and classic views from Calton Hill and down the Vennel. I said I was more interested in what else Edinburgh had to offer. He explained he had left Edinburgh some 35 years previously and occasionally was able to return to visit his elderly mother in Wardieburn. 

[...non Edinburgh reader, as I look out the window from my sofa, I can see the mean streets of Wardieburn...]

I said I was working on becoming an assimilated native, with approaching 20 years in the wider neighbourhood. In fact, I said, I'm about to post a picture of the neighbourhood - you may recognise the location, I said....

Not only did he recognise the location, he recognised the lady in the shot - his elderly mother! So with odds like that in my favour, I had to chance a couple of quid on the lottery! And blow me - did I not get 65432 1 number! 

Anyway I know now to look out for Bridget when I'm out and about and to say hi to her. 

And I managed to avoid mentioning Dominic Cummings too.