Dull

My flight from Boston arrived at 08:00 to a dull and damp Edinburgh day. I went into the city by tram, before walking over to get a bus to Penicuik. This took me past St Giles, where the courtyard was set out as a market for filming. I don't know what, but it was suitably dull. 

Back home, I immediately slept for an hour, before getting up to talk to A. I got bits and bobs of simple work done in the afternoon, before taking Django out, just as the rain came on again. I then cooked for A, who had been rowing, and then made my way upstairs.