Lazy Lazy

A day of slothdom, despite being full of great intentions. It was a lovely day, but any thoughts of hitting the tennis courts vanished due to my inablility to make any effort to get the required kit together. An enforced stroll along a breezy Water of Leith made up for it though.

This evening was spent catching up at Fishers in Leith. I've been to the one in the city but this was my first time at the original and I loved it, especially the almost-soup-bowl-sized creme brulee. I'm just not sure this is part of the regime.