The Bells on the Beach

Edinburgh’s tourist Hogmanay may have been cancelled but somehow a terrific firework display was laid on in Granton. Where did they find those fireworks? 
As forecast, the day dawned with driving rain and low cloud, but heavens t’betsy, by midday it was lifting and we headed up town to take in the Firstfooting musical events about the place. After a false start down at the horribly corporate Virgin Hotel in the Cowgate (Grayling followed by Bee Asha) we legged it to Greyfriars to catch the end of Nati and then superstar-to-be Lewis McLaughlin who began writing songs in secret at the age of 14. Which is a bit strange as he now looks about 12. Triffic. Onward to see Karine Polwart at St Giles except it was so rammed we’d to wait outside in the extremely cold queue.. which we did until the 5pm recital, and we were so very glad we did. 
Home to warm up and set about that pie with roast tatoes. See older sisters though? Earlier we'd exchange pleasantries and mine had remarked, "busy today with the gang coming round for New Years Day Lunch. Making Beef Wellington this year.”
Oh, I reply, we’re having a steak pie. 
"Not fond of a steak pie tbh. Not sure of the quality of the beef in them." (followed by a vomiting face emoji). 

Well, yes, indeed. That’s me in wee brother place. Happy New Year.