Eleven..

…o’clock on the dot, the solicitor called (as promised) and Owen was instructed to go fetch the keys to his new flat. He would’ve been excited if he hadn’t been out on Leith Walk last night sampling the offerings of several hostelries.

After another riveting day at the small screen TV factory, I popped along to his new gaff, which is surprisingly close to HRH Chuck’s Edinburgh pad. Frankly the flat is a midden, but it has lots of potential and it’s in a great location if you ignore the royals . He’s well chuffed.