Breakfast...blah...MOTD...blah blah.
Then some pre election publicity (See extra). Tom is so not cut out for badness. Alex however is already proving to be a cool (as in cucumber) lookout. 

A 14 to town and having dodged cider drinking Hibees (it was 1115) it was onto phase...3? of the great shed clear out at the Canongate.

A few laps between the cellar and the wheelie bins and then Subway for sustenance in the sunshine of Middle Meadow Walk. By which time it was onto getting the bikes back from Hers. The plan had been to head for the Haven but instead birthday pressie shopping took precedence and instead it was McFlurrys and flat whites on the roof of Princes Mall. No choc milkshakes or long blacks in EH6.

Home for roast pork and sedate snooker action from Sheffield.

More photos from the new tax office opposite the office. I stare out the window on work days in there and can see what shots I want when it's quieter and there's less traffic and have the help of willing subjects. Willingish at least; it's amazing the power of bribery available with a packet of Skittles.