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Apart from a strange coyness which made him scuttle inside when he was having his official uniform-outside-the-front-door portrait taken when someone we know came past the gate, he was fine. He didn't fall over and take out any knees of any trousers either on the way there or the way home, didn't bounce around excitedly enough to make himself sick and instinctively adopted the position of not deliberately telling us any details of what actually took place on his first day until some time later.

In the afternoon we went into town to see some free Fringe, though I missed the first one whilst allowing Amos to be trundled to sleep on the way in rather than be crotchety on a hot bus and the second was a little weak, with the funniest thing being Edgar's giggling. Still, we got to see some mice scuttling around the ivy in the corner of the venue and had some nice food on the way home.