JR didn’t go to the gym this morning. Sunday IS going to be her ‘day off’. So - breakfast in bed, and a relaxing morning which then morphed into a frenetic ‘spring cleaning’ workout. Archie and I removed ourselves…

We met Dougal and his mum, and they walked back through the Links with us. When we came back, the spring cleaning was in full swing, so after a wee sit down (and a peanut butter and carrot sandwich) we went back out again.

We got the bus down to the Mile, just to see what was going on. There’s certainly much more to look at (for me) than a stroll round the graveyard. The obligatory piper, an opera singer, a ghost tour leader who was dressed up in top hat and black cloak, and leapt out of a close yelling, startling the pedestrians who happened to be strolling by (ie - us), the woman with the most metal on her person  - Elaine Davidson, with more than 6,000 piercings. If you’re squeamish, don’t click the link.

The council precinct was mobbed, so I wandered in. A couple of walking tours, I think. I went to have a look at the statue of the General - it’s splendid. A young tourist offered to take a photo, and asked me where the handprints of a certain famous Edinburgh author were. (Extra) Actually, I didn’t know, but we found them, and most underwhelming they were too. The gold paint was worn off, hard to read, and the hands were very small, especially next to a couple of famous men’s big hands. 

JR has not stopped all day. She’s now baking a birthday cake for a certain dog we know…

It appears that I have had another blipday! But I just had one a few days ago!?