Mostly harmless

The history of the Galaxy has got a little muddled, for a number of reasons: partly because those who are trying to keep track of it have got a little muddled, but also because some very muddling things have been happening anyway.

A frantic day of work, tidying, packing. When Robbie whisks me away to Edinburgh there are just three items left on my list:
- hair: still not cut
- plums: not picked
- snake: not fed

Of these, only the snake is pressing (so you'll need to get back home next weekend, Angus!)

In Edinburgh, Angus is recovering from four fillings. His lip is still numb - a new sensation for him. We wander down to Bruntsfield in the late afternoon sun, stopping for a coffee on the way back.

I dine with Cheryl and her representatives of the yoof: Angus the apprentice; Lachlan the bagpiping skier; Savannah the actor. Lentil soup de la maison, pizza de la congelateur and salade verte.

To Stockbridge for wine, whisky and sleep. Rachel is very chipper - her RHS training is obviously suiting her. And I discover that Gilbert officiated at Richard and Charmaine's wedding, all those years ago.