Salisbury Road

The Sabbath (no, not Ozzy's one, - Sunday) The day of rest.

Well, if you ignore the bed fixing, the painting, the laundry, the shopping, ferrying about, the cooking plum pudding, procuring of wood, it was a quiet day. Riding of the Marches notwithstanding.

So after all that, I left hers and wondered where to go for Cigs; my great mate Kirsten had text me whilst on Rannoch Moor last week (me not her) and said she thought she'd seen one on Salisbury Road.

As evening set in, I had a plod around and turned up this one - a classic double underline / triple stripe above version in white pen. Alongside Winston, Keft and Deli, this door has seen some action.

Now for some shit TV and sleep; I have mucho Muirhouse and lotsa Leith on the agenda tomorrow. I'd better consult my ISpyCigs book for one in Leith to blip.