Diary of an Edinburgher

By LadyMarchmont

A mystery solved

The day started with a lovely pink sky. I even got up to have a look, and for a minute or two, I considered getting dressed quickly and heading out. But I snuck back to bed and stifled the urge. Luckily, because it soon turned dark and wet.

I watched the last last episode of 'Getting On'. It's a great wee show. With a couple of very famous walk-ons in this last episode. It's very sad and touching and then laugh out loud funny. It must be SO much like working in the NHS. I do hope there's another series.

I contemplated going down to the Portrait Gallery to see the new exhibition. In fact, I had my coat on, all ready to go. But this coincided with a real downpour. So I took my coat off, and decided to do an indoor blip, catch up on a few household chores and catch up with Mr TiVo.

I set up my indoor studio (a la Biker Bear) - carboard box, black thing draped behind, tripod. Now what can I blip? Fruit. I took a few shots, and then remembered that my shower spray thingie was near enough finished, so I was able to wash it out and hey presto - water droplets. Mind you, the first few attempts were still rather bubbly.

Just had a mysterious phone call. No, not from my friends in the Pensions Department, although they are pretty mysterious.

This man rang and a message yesterday, just giving his name. No reason. He rang today and said who he was, and obviously assumed I knew him and why he was ringing. I did not.

'Oh hello there,' I said casually, mind whirring - Who is this? What's it about? What have I done?

He sounded like a man in authority. But he greeted me by my first name as if we were acquainted. I tried to think quickly of any misdemeanors lately. No... Why, I've even been waiting for the Green Man!

He began by saying he wouldn't be in touch by letter, but his replacement would.

'Oh, er, good.' Could it be because I put a wine bottle in the big black bin instead of the recyling bin a half a mile away...

He wasn't opting out, he said, that's why he was ringing. It's protocol that his successor deals with it.

'Of course...' Panic rising. Is it because I took the newspaper from My Club and you're not meant to... (it was very late in the day and there were plenty more. Officer.)

And then, at the mention of my complaint (aha! my letter to the SRU re the booing at the All Black game) it all became clear. We had a long chat, about rugby, Murrayfield, bad behaviour creeping in - he blames alcohol being sold all through the game. Anyway, nice of him to ring. I await the letter from his replacement.

Or maybe he'll just ring too.

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