Ragamuffin

It's always a battle between doing too much and not doing enough. 

However - we were all out of the house and on the way to the allotment by 9 or so, then to the playground, then Stockbridge market for a Paella lunch by 11.30 (slight miscalculation), the model boats, Inverleith park, round in circles in the Botanics, the Cemetery (I was disappointed when 'I love the Cemetery' was the result of a confusion between it and the gallery), home for some smashing of concrete, dinner, the allotment again (planted 10 Sharpe's Express, picked rhubarb, wheeled the wheelbarrow home like an eejit.)

The extra:  the inevitable ragamuffin with the latest hand-me-down,  A red riding hood dress.  Better than frozen I suppose.