A day of quiet loud quiet.
Home working, started early and got tore in, was productive until I had to call and organise and which point I feel the life slip out of me.

Lunchtime helped as I got the bike, set a Cigs target and rolled across town for it, spent a few minutes figuring it out and then home.

Back to more admin than anything.

Met Nic 1745 and we then fought our way through the madding crowd that was baling out of Holyrood (garden party) and eventually met Baz at the swans.

Sunny and hot, Arthur's Seat was hoachin' but we picked a less obvious route and still swarms of people there. From the top we could see the traffic chaos continue....

I chummed Nic thru the traffic to the Commie Pool and then tried to catch Paul but he wasn't out playing; I wandered down the High St, all drunks, buskers, bemused tourists; a merry throng.

To the allotment, pulled weeds, watered furiously, picked enough raspberries to go with a stray meringue from the weekend.

Finall ate late (tenn-ish - symbolic for Wimbledon week) and dropped off to 5th last episode of Breaking Bad. Now she has 2 to go, we need to do the conclusion together.