Abandon all hope...

Up to Joy Tots with minky to make some scary things like a big spider and a cotton wool ghost. And then we trotted on to Leith Library. Yes, here live Hibs fans, can’t you tell.
Out later to meet the chums. An outing is in the course of being planned for next week - down to the Borders to attempt to ensnare fish. But McC the elder, whose baby this is, is struggling to get together a complete itinerary. It seems that every old boozer between here and Greenlaw is either closed down or only open at the weekends. What an appalling country this has become. No church-going, no pub-going, it’s not the land I was born into. And as for queuing at bus stops, don’t get me started. And what’s that shouting loudly into facetime sessions on your mobile when you’re on the bus oblivious of the people around? Goddam it, I need to go killing fish!! They’re for it.