Selfie Upload Failure Rage

Sounds a bit like a Fall song?

Office day, woke before 7, surveyed yet another scene of devastation; pans, plates, empties, ribbons.

I'd already packed last night, and so needed to do little more than make coffee, make porridge, don some lycra and shamble out the door; still felt hammered but probably more tired, exhilarated than anything else. Cool morning revived the senses nicely, and my new route along LGR onto the bottom of the cycle path works well for me.

Nice paced clatter up the path, Broughton Street, steamed up Leith Street and coasted effortlessly onto Calton Road and in. On time, too!

PRD day; so spent first hour answering e mails, sending scanning stuff off, and then 20 mins prep. Final step on the scale, so...

Hadn't really given it much thought, but was obvious from early on it was a done deal; so left better off, but also thinking if I'm at top of scale, then I need to move on, up, out. Never sit still, always push on.

Lunchtime, we went to the bank to get her savings out, then walked through the sudden throng of Edinburgh in the spring.

Parted at the top of Middle Meadow Walk, vowing to reconvene there at 9 for Tuff Love, free at Electric Circus.

Did my Cigs blip around the university, made it back in with a minute of a buffer.

Left 1715; tried a visit on the Mound I knew was doomed to failure, and coasted home from there. Stopped into the bike shop, ask about Hill Chasers (I know he's not going to do it), but made a lose arrangement about Tuff Love and home.

Shower, tidy up, laundry, phoned boys; another comment from Tom which shows she is using him to dump her worries on; sparks a slightly fighty text conversation.

Left around 2020, Bob phoned; hopefully catch up with him on Saturday PM; he's signed up for the mother of all cycle races. 10 days 580 miles MTB tracks across Scotland; looks awesome, but immense. So much in awe that he could even consider never mind do the training, actually go and do it...!

Then up, chained bike and spent the first 15 minutes trying to post her selfie (that I took, hah! - how does THAT work?) but eventually got an amazing shot; she is delighted, but then spends the next 15 minutes raging at her phone cos it won't upload her status. (I only have myself to blame - I think my need to record, to publicise - but not - has all rubbed off on her and she sees she can engage with people in a way that doesn't compromise her but still lets them know she's ok, having fun, needs support, whatever.

So the photo is her frantically trying to grapple with technology; see, all I see is the hands, fingers.....

Tuff Love; she'd never been in the place in 20 years, even though it was a popular teen hang out for her! Cue loads of memories; we chatted huge grins on faces for a good hour; in many ways its good not to be at either of ours; there's then no expectation of anything and we just relax into what we're doing.

5 songs for free, cannot be bad; but £20 for 4 drinks??!? Outraged....

Sweet Discontent is the business; couple of other tracks too and we were the only ones asking for badges at the end.

Walked slowly home, chatting, kissed at the door, raised my eyebrow expectantly, she shook her head slightly, we both smiled, kissed again, cuddled and went home.

Lovely evening.