More daffs than crocus

Another beautifully bright early spring day, warm enough to sit comfortably for a coffee (sadly not of high quality) at the market. Although the coffee seemed lacking, the people watching was excellent.

I took it easy for the rest of the day. We had to head up to the St James Centre for me to take my phone, which is refusing to attach to mobile data, to the phone shop. Typically, it behaved itself in the shop, switching on data when the shop assistant toggled the flight safe mode (and, yes, I had done that a million times myself...). It continued to behave itself for the rest of the trip, but as soon as we got in the flat, it played up again. And it's not that there is no data signal in this flat. It was also not working at the market yesterday morning. Is it the Leith data desert?

After we got back, we settled into an afternoon of rugby watching with some cans and bottles of beer. Very pleasant. In the evening, we watched a couple of documentaries starting out with Pauline Boty, whom neither of us had heard of, and then a rewatch of the Lee Miller documentary (suggested for us by iplayer), which we saw for the first time in May 2020 (thanks, blip). It deserved a second watch.

All very appropriate for IWD. Well, maybe not the rugby, but the rest of it. Meanwhile, in Bermuda my granddaughter was taken out for her first walk. And I passed on the news to a bunch of wider family.