The Reward

So? I can hear the tut tutting of censure as you look at my bun blip, and yes it will have to make do as my lunch. To be fair to my proclivities, it was bought for me by His Lordship as a reward for spending much too long looking at city link bus timetables on his behalf as he plans a trip in the company of two other worthies to the Gordon Highlander museum in Aberdeen.

I often unfairly place HL in the category of 'feeder', the sort of person who feeds his partner to such an extent that they become morbidly obese and cannot get out of bed enabling the feeder to have total control and dominance while still continuing to feed.
This of course is a very cynical view, and the gift of this custard filled jammy bun is in effect a simple gesture of gratitude on a day of murk, rain and umbrellas.

I will make one of my last visits this afternoon to my friend-of-many-talents. She leaves for Co Cork before the end of the month and is in the last throes of dismantling her life in Edinburgh. I think I have already noted in these pages that her Edinburgh flat was also my home before she was even born- quite a coincidence really, so I will also have to say farewell to it for the second time in my life.