Flag

BB should have been playing rugby this morning, and football this afternoon.  Neither was possible, and he was very disappointed.  I couldn’t even persuade him to go and watch the rugby.   I popped out to the Farmers’ Market and made a couple of purchases, then popped to the supermarket for a couple more.  I bumped into a friend there and stood and chatted for a very long time.  I eventually made it back home.
 
BB had got out o0f bed, but things had got no further and he had taken up residence on the sofa.  I had bought some lovely bagels at the market, which we had for lunch.  I then headed into Edinburgh, with a plan to take in a n exhibition.
 
As I was getting towards the bottom of the Mound, I became aware of a lot of noise, however it seemed to be dispersing.  I think there had been a rally, and a march along Princes Street was just setting off.  I got to my destination only to find a long queue.  They were queuing for the Tuner exhibition.  I was going to William Gillies, so walked straight in.  The Gillies exhibition was only one room, so didn’t take long to get round.  I then wandered into the other galleries, which were displaying the RSW Annual Exhibition.  There was plenty to look at and some really fabulous works.  I spotted two paintings by an art teacher from my school, who sadly died recently.  When I emerged back into the real works, I had half a thought to go on to another exhibition, but I thought better of it.  You can have too much art!
 
I had a quick look in a couple of shops and was dismayed that M&S food now only has four tills operated by real people.  The queues were enormous.
 
I got home to find TT making a couple of curries for tea, and BB resident on the sofa.  I popped out for a few steps while TT cooked.  The meal was very tasty.
 
Later there was some TV, but I wasn’t really paying attention!
 
This wee boy was very excited to be in charge of the flag which was blowing in the wind.  His family didn’t join the march (extra).