Right to the Wire

I’m afraid this is the best I can offer on the blip front today and it’s not for want of trying, believe me. I’ve no idea what the men were intending to do with the wire they were holding other than stick it down the hole in the pavement. They had tried sticking into the lamppost but it would not oblige and I lost interest when my friend arrived to meet me. 

I rode the tram this morning out to Hermiston Gait and Decathlon which is the place to go if you want to trawl the aisles for anything sporty. Trawl the aisles I did and managed to only come away with a plastic pouch for a wet swimming costume and a pair of swimming socks for the pool. I resisted the temptation to fill my basket but it was difficult with so much on offer.

There was a quick visit to Aldi next door and a hot chocolate in Costa before riding the tram back into Princes Street and hurrying home avoid Agnes, although so far she hasn’t done much other than make the day damp and dreich. I think we are too far east for her ravages.