What Else Could I Do, I'm so Inspired by You...

For the third time, in three days, I clambered into the car, and headed back to Edinburgh. 

This time, to collect my Boy again - for last night we did leave him with his sister, and collect his sisters belongings, ie. washing.   She was not to leave with us, for she had yet another party to attend. 

We knew they were both okay - the Snapchats were keeping us entertained until 5 am in the morning.  I received a text from Boy advising me that my Daughter was far worse than he ever was.  Albeit that he never had much chance to be a bad example, as we had packed him off to america as he turned 19. 

They both had napped after we left, and then commenced the "getting ready" and pre'ing.   Boy was astounded that "going out" did not start until post-midnight, and spent an hour trying to drag his sister home from McD's  (it's open 24 hours don't you know, she insisted on telling him) at 4 am in the morning. 

He's missed all that Scottish going out and getting smashed. 

We collected him from the bottle-strewn flat, taking with us, 5 bags of bottles left over from the last party, and wandered the farmers market.   Then headed to the Christmas Market, where we took in the Christmas air, Boy acted like a Yank Tourist (See extra picture) met up with Toolibelle, who was a bit worse for wear, and very sleepy.  Once we had done the rounds of the stalls, we headed back collected her stuff and drove home. 

Since then, I have sat, stunned at all that has happened in the last couple of days, and now I have to go to my bed.  Am exhausted,  Very, very exhausted.   

But very, very happy.