So we checked the rain fall gauge (well, what else would you do for a school project on weather in these parts?), the folks disguised as cavalry arrived, and the deflation felt by the double puncture was resolved. £100, mind.

Then to the Botanics; strangely quiet for a Sunday even with the persistent drizzle. No matter; a good couple of hours. They buggered off, we went home, popping out to get red peppers for the goulash sauce and in the process mucking about in the Granton Wildlife Sanctuary (the wasteland behind Lidl and Iceland.

And an evening cosied up on the sofa with crap TV, crap jokes, Kerplunk and other Sunday staples.

Extra is a more typical view of the feral lads