I don't get it...

Scottish National Gallery of Modern Art.
Gallery 9.
A grey piece of rolled up felt.
A red javelin, much like the ones we have in the equipment cupboard at school, stuck in the aforementioned felt.
This is modern art? Seriously? Because...? I don't get it.


We woke at 7am again - I know, just typing that makes me feel guilty for being so lazy! Pippa and I had a big cuddle on the sofa 'til eleven last night and she was so snuggly I didn't want to go to bed. This morning we walked for an hour, taking in the castle, grassmarket, edging along Princes Street gardens and mooching about in the cold. It was bitter. Back for breakfast, I polished off the rest of the 'happy' eggs (whites only, of course!) with some spinach and goats cheese and a few scallions for good measure. A big pot of tea and a good nose through the Times. Showered, packed and we were out at about half nine. The crappy tram-roadworks meant we couldn't follow the google route and went all over the shop to get to the Modern Art gallery. It took me forty minutes to decide it was two floors of porn. Really, it was. Porn and crappy pencil drawings. I nearly blipped a fanny but I thought my Mum might see it and have a coronary! I saw some Picasso (odd shaped boobs), Tracy Emin (call yourself an artist with some crappy pencil drawings that I could actually do with my no-talent hands), some nutters who made films of pirates with big noses mostly in the nude and covered in ketchup, a load of sculptures of boobs, willies, hairy bits and bums...an artist obsessed with making kids toys into freakish weird things...and a child's cot. I know. Odd. And this bit of 'sporting grey felt'. Very odd. I don't get it. And I must remember that next time I have the bright idea of viewing modern art.

It did have a nice cafe though. I had quality Americano to make your eyes pop and the icing off a bloody amazing piece of carrot cake. You would have loved the cake. I fed it to the birds!

The girls, however, were in the car and unaware of all the porn. And so, at about 11am we started the journey home. I didn't really want to stop off much but we did an Asda shop just outside Berwick and then a wee stop just outside Wetherby. Home just after four, unpacked and got the fire on (blinking cold house!!), walked the girls, put washing on.....you know how it is, a list of tasks ensued and I felt so at home and happy!!! Just had scallops for tea, six big fat juicy ones and they were bloody lovely!! Now I'm going to put more washing on, try and fan some heat through the house and head to bed. Back to the normal routine tomorrow, an early start and gym session. It was a bloody brilliant holiday, full of firsts for the girls...

First time in a lift.
First time in a pub.
First time to Edinburgh.
First time on a blips meet.
First chip buttie (stolen from the back of a van).
First time beside a castle.
First time of being kicked out of a castle.
First time on a sofa having a cuddle (just Pip!).

I'm so glad Ofsted has gone well and you got OUTSTANDING for your teaching. Genius husband. We missed you more than normal this weekend...we have to go back to Edinburgh and visit the blippers and the sights...it is an amazing place to be.
Sleep tight.xx