In the Meadows

A meet up with the son up at George IV Bridge and then we did stroll around thinking of a good breakfast eatery. Past that Söderberg with its two little dots and its expensive open sandwiches, across the meadows and there we came across Snax. The full bhuna! A most enjoyable blether and it was good to see him looking and sounding so good. I even bought him a pair of boots for his upcoming Copenhagen jaunt. A great deal of this has to do with the Danish Girl, who despite being a total fruitcake has been a great positive influence. Fruitcake isn’t the correct technical term of course. My companion of the evening, MrW, tells me that ADHD or summat is so common up in our hallowed halls that they’ve recently employed forty additional support staff. On the spectrum is apparently the thing. That’s why they all have to get firsts.
Yes, note that, “my companion of the evening” - we had an exceptionally poor turnout of old chums, despite Argentina v Morocco to view. Decent apologies were proffered by most, and indeed MrT seems laid up with a bad leg which has kept him housebound. But the issue of F’s continual non-appearance might need tabled and discussed. Still we checked out the refurbished Sample Room. It’s still pish.