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After a surprisingly uninterrupted sleep (I was expecting far more boozed-up bellowing outside the window during the early hours than there turned out to be - possibly because most of the people on Princes Street were all staying in city centre hotels) and a pleasant morning's sitting-about-reading, drinking coffee and eating biscuits we popped out to stick some old ginger beer bottles into the glass recycling tubs before they were filled to bursting with Hogmaniacal glass-waste, admire the remarkably sick- and litter-free streets, frown slightly at the shops which insisted on opening and which were hopefully paying their staff properly for the inconvenience, become uneasy at the sign on Middle Meadow Walk threatening some landscaping changes to the junction of the many cross-Meadows paths which will probably result in the needless destruction of one or more nice big trees despite there being no need to destroy nice big trees in order to make a cobbled gutter, add kerbstones and small fences to the corners to prevent corner-cutting, examine the lack of drop in house prices in a shop-window, get a funny look from someone for taking a photo of a deflated pink balloon which was stuck in a hedge before popping back for some nice defrosted currystuff. HAPPY NEW YEAR TO ALL.