In a rare but not unprecedented turn of events, She came and WFH at mine. I think the incessant requests for food and enquiries about the location of random items of clothing were getting to Her, so she grabbed the laptop and occupied my dining table for the day. 

We managed a tour of Granton's highlights (behind United Wire, Pensioner's yacht, the first bus factory in the world) before I had a 45 minute training course that lasted 2 hours 25 mins. Frazzled, I was.

Thus the working week ended and I chummed Her home; consumed a hearty portion of macaroni cheese and then cycled home, dodging a dozen or more foxes on the paths of N Edinburgh. 

A photo for Hell4Murph to remind her of the dander from Tesco back home