And so to the office; quiet in the main, but not without the usual array of bampots who've been waiting all weekend and storing up their ridiculous questions to ask when I switch the phone on on Monday morning.

Ah well. A dander at lunchtime of little consequence and then worked til after 6; popped up the road to meet her and repatriate her bike on Chambers St, before strolling home (slowly, with camera) down thru the New Town and on homewards. In about 9 and an hour or so of domesticity gave way slowly to sleep.

(A shop window at Canonmills; possibly a hair dressers?)