Archie: Street Performer (No 4)

It was an excellent one man show last night. I love these intimate Fringe venues - you can see the beads of sweat dripping into the actor's eyes. I really admire people who can do this (act, not drip sweat into their eyes). And this man, Doug, (a friend of Bailey's) wrote the play too. Everybody thanked him personally as we left the venue, which must make all the effort worthwhile.

A sunny Sunday lured us down town. It's great on days like this - everyone happy and having a good time. This troupe of cheerful young folk all wanted to get in on Archie's photoshoot. One of their singers had been voted 'Best Singer in the Fringe' they told us. Presumably the people who voted had heard every singer in the Fringe...

We popped into the dog friendly cafe I discovered the other day (I think it's called Checkpoint) and conducted important quality control on the coffees (and pastries). All good.

A walk across the Meadows in the warm sunshine meant that I needed a Magnum and a slump on the sofa when I got home. I watched the Athletics in Beijing.

Then I went to visit Uncle A. He's on the verge of flitting to a new flat. He's done a lot of sorting and packing already, but the packers will come tomorrow and bubble wrap everything that doesn't move ready for the Big Flit on Tuesday.

What a lovely day it has been. We may have even hit 20°! We sat out in the back garden to eat our tea, and Archie was sociable with the neighbours, who were enjoying a meal al fresco too. Tinkerbelle, their cat, sat on her doorstep, gazing at Archie, willing him to come near her, but he's got more sense.

Bad news- no Mad Men tonight - the DVD Player has died.
Good news - it's still under guarantee.