Exotic greens

I spent the morning up in the office at the West End, then after some lunchtime yoga and a spot of food shopping I headed back to continue working at home. There was a huge piling machine in amongst the tram works in Shandwick Place that might have made a good blip, but there was no good angle to be had. Then I thought I might snap something from out of the bus. However, there was a man sitting in the seat behind me who, after asking me my opinion of the tram works and not listening to my response, kept up a running commentary on the bus journey all the way through the centre of Edinburgh. Every time the bus stopped...at a red traffic light, at a roundabout, even for a bus stop, there was an exclamation of "Oh, what NOW?" or "This is f**king ridiculous!" or "I'm going to get out and f**king walk". (Unfortunately he didn't.) I decided not risk further interaction by getting the camera out, so kept my head down and played Angry bus passengers Birds on my phone till he got out. The only time he was distracted from the bus's progress (or lack of) was when we passed the end of Thistle Street which was cordoned off and full of polis. "What's going on here then?", he muttered. I thought to myself that it perhaps it was the jury in the murder trial visiting the scene , but decided not to mention it.

I try as far as possible to buy produce from as nearby as possible, but there's a point in the winter when I begin to tire of cabbage in terms of green veg. The broccoli came from Spain.