Finger Lickin' Good

It still seems very quiet around Edinburgh, a hangover from having Hogmanay on a Friday night I guess.

L kindly put some bread on last night as I was enjoying a port nightcap with G and the sight of his team finally winning a match (his affections lie in the scarlet half of Scouseland). That (the bread making) meant that I awoke to the best morning smell in the world - freshly baked bread.

Managed to pick up a couple of tickets to see the Illusionist at the Filmhouse this afternoon, another sell out showing. Absolutely beautiful film, unfortunately it features the Cameo not the Filmhouse, but you can't win 'em all.

All the same, no matter how quiet and empty Edinburgh feels there is always someone with a smile for you...unfortunately it may just be the Colonel