The Vaccinated

The grand day dawns! Twelve o’clock sharp in the Courtyard at Summerhall and our table was awaiting. Soon it was groaning under the weight of drinks and our amusing tales. Honestly, we were like a bunch of giddy schoolboys. By One and a half pints, we laughed at anything and everything. The survivors! We’d been doing zoom calls since 16th September. What a bloody shift. It was either that or letting the bodies pile high, I guess. 
After our time was up, we left the courtyard and headed in our separate directions, well, apart from the threesome who headed to Bruntsfield and found a table outside Cafe Grande. Old soaks.
After a coffee at Middle Meadow Walk (so I could use their loos) I strolled on down Forrest Road and George IV Bridge; judging by the closed up premises, it’s going to take a while for everything to bounce back as quickly as we have.