my name is not Liz Imbrie

By LizImbrie

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Not sure what this is called but I'm sure one of these green fingered blippers will tell me. The glass houses in Saughton park are a welcome injection of colour all year round.

I'm having a rare night of cooking the tea 'cause Sam's on the close shift. It'll be pretty tasty but I might be sleeping before we get a chance to eat.

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