southwest

A rare Saturday morning not on swimming/shunting/feeding duty was spent fitting new curtain tracks at the parents' place, whilst simultaneously waiting to see if my dad would be released after his day surgery yesterday. After getting to know the walls with the installation of the cupboard shelves the other week this all went a lot more quickly and relatively seamlessly, though a couple of spring toggles had to be abandoned above the balcony door to provide false positives for future generations' pipe-detectors. Musselburgh is also a slightly better place to start from to get to IKEA, though I still managed one small wrong turn getting onto the Shawfair end of the path.