Nosebag

I had another early morning commute over to Edinburgh today (probably the last in the foreseeable future) and, being a creature of habit, lurched into the bakery close to the bus station to recover from the 6am alarm and being out of the house an hour later. 

I quite enjoy that wee recovery moment. Their coffee and croissants are good. I can sit there watching the city scratching and yawning as daylight creeps in. 

Holyrood was even quieter than usual on a Monday although a gaggle of political correspondents having lunch in the canteen suggested something was going on somewhere. The Deputy First Minister appeared as well to buy herself a coffee. 

But I stayed focused on my soup and sausage roll... when I have the nosebag on nothing else matters.

Anyway... the usual routine. Mosque Kitchen for some food before the bus journey home.