Early up (not by choice!); but probably not a bad thing.

A morning of traversing Embra - from Alex party to Tom football, to Alex party pick up to Tom football pick up to clothes collection to hers to go to the supermarket and then - finally - sit for an hour in the park, together, whilst the skipped and jumped and slid and climbed and laughed and cried and shouted their way around Saughton Park.

Back to hers for  4, and then (via Cigs) home to cook, and pack and slump around 9.30 into a deep deep sleep.