In a Whirl

Old Mrs Magpie has come to stay for the weekend and despite the fact she'd probably be happy sitting in front of the telly doing the Herald crossword, I have taken it upon myself to give her a whirlwind tour of the sights and sounds of the big smoke.

Last night the fine Lady took us out here for some casual dining. To lower the average age by some decades the Lady's daughter #1 came too, which was great, though our giggling and whispering were frowned upon by her Ladyship. Then this morning we went down to the Botanics for a look round the new build; very nice but annoyingly didn't serve coffee and we had to head up to the Terrace Cafe for a scone and a fight for a seat with the buggies and young mums.

The Botanics looked great but I haven't a clue how I managed to get this particular blip. It just kind of happened.