King of all he Surveys

The lad done good! Not only did EcoDad give me a lift to the beach he entered the water with a posse of ladies of a certain age. It was a little out of his comfort zone, but he acquitted himself admirably. There is now even talk of a future swim. I call that success.

When I was dried and breakfasted I called an Uber and took my ailing sewing machine to the experts in Haymarket Terrrace where they quoted me a price for servicing which I tried to suck up and not faint clean away with shock. The waiting time the assistant said was 3 weeks which gives me a bit of leeway to get my head around the price.

I rode the tram as one does to get back to Princes Street and a coffee to steady my nerves before going home to drain the washing machine and clear more ‘stuff ’out  of the cupboard it is in. There is no need for me to keep bundles of bubble wrap in case they might come in useful or to have 2 big bicycle pumps and a large fake Christmas tree taking up space, oh and a garden hose. Out they go, perhaps to good homes, perhaps to the dump.

I was beginning to relax when I got a call to say my new red specs were waiting to be collected, so out I went into the midst of hordes of students let loose from their 1-2pm classes. I never learn my lesson that 11am and 2pm are times to avoid walking in George Square.

The sun has shone in a spring like fashion all day but it is still wintry cold. The balconists are not here again today - 2 days working, 2 days absent so far this week.. I wonder where their other job is.