DO. NOT. PRESS. THE. RED. BUTTON

Every now and then you've just got to press the button and see what happens. You do realise I'm talking metaphorically here don't you? That I didn't push the inviting looking button on an intriguingly open box beside the railway line into Waverley? You do believe me don't you? Officer?

Second day back on the bike and the knee is holding up, but a few days off the bike ill doesn't half make it hard work - nice being half term though, makes the roads a damned sight quieter.

Last night ended up being busier than expected, involving cooking dinner, cleaning up the kitchen, out with the bins, and dismantling the massive wardrobe in our bedroom ready for the flooring to be laid. That flooring arrived today courtesy of our chippy (the husband of someone I work with) so the house is set to be a bombsite for a couple of weeks. It'll be worth it though.

On the way back to the office I spotted this rather odd sign stuck to a bin in Charlotte Square (I'd be surprised, given its oddness, if it hadn't been blipped before). Don't you just hate it when you lose your Remote Aerial Device?

Line of the day from a Big Issue seller: "This is an ethically-produced Jedward-free product!" Pity it's a dull read really, the sellers are often more interesting.