Mussel memory

Half day for the scholars, both of them exhausted. Angus crashed out, but Claire went back to work.

At 6:00 we head into Edinburgh. Angus to jitsu at Drummond, Claire and I to L'Escargot Bleu on Broughton Street. She eats mussels and delicately sips Pouilly Fumé while I scoff Bouillabaisse and slurp water.

Then it's back home with Angus, collecting Ferdi en route. Sleep for us, party for them.