Teetering

I can confidently join in the blipwhinge about Edinburgh's pavements after spending some time after work in the city centre. What is going on?

Walking is no longer like ploughing through tablet, more like risking a double break of a lower limb with the pavements resembling something that Torvill and Dean would happily spend the morning on.

Anyway, back home to discover the rest of the gutters have fallen along with the underside of the back stair balcony.

Future blips may be of me trying to get into the house through the kitchen window via stepladders and hauling the shopping up with a thick orange rope.