Rest

I spent the vast majority of Thursday horizontal in bed or slightly more upright in a chair. These two activities seemed to take up inordinate amounts of energy. Many thanks for your kind wishes. I think I may be on the mend-ish (I believe the fates can be tempted).

Somehow I summoned up the energy to go along to see The National Collective at the Fringe. The performers were, in reverse order, Loud Poets, Bella Hardy and the marvellous Lesley Riddoch (whom I've been lucky enough to meet before). It was an hour and a bit well spent and I returned to my bed smiling.

This photo was taken by phone after picking up the tickets and meandering down to John Knox's old hoose.

So that was Thursday. : )