Looking in

Charlotte Square Gardens. The gardens are locked and empty most of the year but in August come alive with the Edinburgh Book Festival. In the centre is a statue of Prince Albert, the Prince Consort.

I have noisy neighbours, little people and one of them (either A or Z) wakes up at 5 and screams. I'm tired. A visit to Chamomile for a LONG Ritual treatment was wonderful, but left me weak at the knees.

I have to re-energise though as the bed is covered with the start of the packing and I only have tonight and tomorrow night to do it.