Home

Well, 16 or 17 years ago it was home. Right in the middle, two floors up. Great flat. Sadly, the landlord thought so too so decided to move in, and  move us out.

Anyway, nice wee wander around Stockbridge at lunchtime looking for a bike shop that stocked brake pads. Maybe take a wee run along to the local shop tomorrow since I'm working at home. 

Home to bottle some beer, slice some bacon and listen to the wee song Ellen wrote. Nice but funny with her wee quivering voice at singing it to her Dad. Luckily, she spent long enough explaining it that I could get Garageband running and record it without her noticing.