So that's it. Flat searching over. We'll be residents of Tollcross as of next month in a nice big new flat.

This afternoon I did one of the "paranormal" underground vault tours with Cait and her sister. I've done at least half a dozen vault tours, but I don't get tired of them. It's so cool to see these crazy elaborate underground dwellings that have so much history to them.

Went for a street ride tonight, but ended up chilling with Cait and her friends at the Peartree instead, then realised I had a broken spoke while heading home, then watched as half of Princes Street was shut down at midnight to allow Primark to have it's escalators delivered and fitted.

Who knew escalators came as pre-fabricated units sealed in a plastic bag? Weird.