Soup is the Answer

I would like to say I hopped out of bed this morning full of the joys but it wasn’t the case. I had a very slow start on my day off from the beach. When it’s dark and cold until 8 o’clock,the only thing that gets my dainty little feet out from under the duvet onto the floor is the thought of having to catch that early #26 bus. The bus this morning was a much later #9 which took me to Princes Street and an coffee offer at Costa in Castle Street
 
It was a bleak early morning, looking and feeling colder than the temperature of 1°would have me believe  and the thought of a lovely hot bowl of soup meant a visit to M&S to buy the necessary vegetables. I walked home feeling like a wannabe hunter gatherer,  to peel and chop and produce an enormous pan of soup which should last me for the next few lunches.

In the afternoon Stevie the painter appeared to assess the damage done to my ceiling from the flood in the flat above nearly 2 years ago. The tenants who had the flood very kindly painted the ceiling there and then , but didn’t use a masking paint and so the owner of the flat said he would get his painter to get rid of the stain. Stevie was that man and he is going to be doing the job….. sometime soon I hope.
 I am learning to be patient when workmen are involved. The scaffolding outside the building is still up and there is still work to be done - 3 months and counting.