Lying about

I hate leaving the office late. It generally means that i have to wait an exhorbitant amount of time on Princes Street for the next bus to arrive. I therefore took it upon myself to walk some of the route home, well over Waverley Bridge and up Cockburn Street. The sun was out and those who had been in the gardens for the afternoon looked to be enjoying themselves.
However, I was stuck in the office all day (again).