Looking Up.

Up to Edinburgh today.

I had to take my car to the main dealer's to have an airbag replaced.  It is next to an edge-of-town shopping centre, so I mooched around there for a couple of hours.  

Fatal. I came home with three tops - all stripy,  a pair of very jazzy black and white trousers, which I will never wear outside the house, some pens, a notebook (to add to my shelf-full of empty notebooks), and a book about interesting things to do in Edinburgh. I'll pass that off as a present for TM.

The shopping centre is called Fort Kinnaird - I've no idea why. But the roof-line does look a bit military, or is it a battleship it reminds me of?