Man eating sword

Ordered a cheap spare battery for my camera. Looked the same. Plugged it in to charge. Nothing. Does’t work. Sending it back.

Down to the Post Office this morning.
‘Anything on this card that’s in the parcel?’ she said, waving a card with pictures of explosives, guns, knives, and … yes… Lithium batteries.

‘It’s a battery I’m returning it. Doesn’t work.’

She was unsure whether to accept it or not, but I pointed out that it had been sent to me through the post already.

Had a stroll through town on my way to meet up with ex-colleagues, newly back at school. How I love that! Hearing about all the stresses and difficult kids and HMI popping back - oooh - I was fair tingling (not more tingling, pu-leeease) with pleasure, knowing I had nothing to do with it any more.

The Fringe (the most successful one yet, I read, breaking all records for ticket sales) is finished. But the city is still crowded and some street performers don’t seem to realise it's over. I watched one chap juggling, but his act was interrupted by cars coming between him and his audience. He was excellent. Even though he swallowed a sword. I have a shot of him doing that, and a woman in the background gawping. But I can’t bear to look at it.

Here’s a couple of wee cute kids posing for their dad, and I muscled in, snapped, and moved on before they knew it. Or maybe I should have used the man with a sword stuck down his neck...

I hope to share all the Exciting News very soon.

I expect there will be a collective groan of,

‘Is that all?’