Had a bad day.

The plan was to have fun - take the children to the book festival and then wander along the Royal Mile. Not so. Even before we had arrived Sam was asking when we would return home, Rowan was thirsty, Murron was hungry - a hunger that seemed to last all day and which she never ceased telling us about - even though we were constantly feeding her. It rained, which in itself would have been fine if I had brought rain gear. I didn't and they were dressed as if a trip to the beach was imminent. Tomorrow we stay at home.