A Room with a View

Some days there is nothing in the diary and other days are busier.

Today was one of those. My erstwhile American neighbours moved in the summer to a flat near the Modern Art Gallery and I was asked for lunch to see the new abode. Let me just say that their entrance hall had a footprint bigger than the whole of my flat. I have never seen anything so big- it would have been possible to hold a dance in it and still have room to sit and watch.
The kitchen window which I have blipped, looked over the Dean Valley to Fife.

From the lunch I took a tram to Princes Street- one stop, but quicker than walking to meet up with some of my Maggie’s group for coffee in the RSA café.

My excitement at all this socialising does not augur well for a good night’s sleep