In Praise of Prêt…

Becky came today to take Archie out. She’s handed in her dissertation, so feels she can relax now. They went up Blackford Hill instead of a walk in the Meadows.

I took a bus into town - I wanted to check out data plans with other providers, as I think I could get a better one. But guess what - I’m on a two year contract, so that was that. 

I had a walk round town and was impressed with the number of litter pickers I saw. Pity they only do the city centre, and not the ‘burbs.

A coffee was needed. And yes, Prêt was there, right by my bus. Also, Prêt are good, consistently good. I am never disappointed with a Prêt coffee. Or a Prêt pain au raisin… And they don’t charge extra for oat milk.

I hopped off the bus and had a wander down the Royal Mile. It was busy, but not the normal August mobbed. The standard of statues wasn’t brilliant. One woman stood holding a green foetus, and apparently wanted people to give her money… (Extras)

The suitcases are out. Archie is suspicious. But this time he’s in for a surprise. We’re off on a jaunt, over the Forth Bridge this time. And Archie is coming with us!