With apologies to 'imindoors

Was it really Boris Johnston spotted down at Portobello, standing next to sewerage outflow checking just how deep the shit was that he'd landed us in...?

A lie in (til all of 9); then up and chucked the climbing kit into the washing machine and then a morning of pained domesticity (a little stiff after the 20 odd miles of yesterday)

And to hers for midday; duly collected we relocated to Granton; and a wander in the sun along the northern seaboard of Embra; a drink at the Chain Pier and then all back to mine for dinner, shit TV (Love, Nina) and - what did I cook for dinner..? I remember the strawberry shortcake flan thingy and - er - oh yeah seared tuna with a chargrilled aubergine & tomato concoction with added pak choy. There may have been a starter too.

Yeah. First day together in peace for a fortnight. Nice...