Seeing Spots in Front of my Eyes

There is something so very depressing about mingling with hordes of people not only intent on saving 20% on the price of everything in store, but eating a full English breakfast at 11am to fortify them for their forthcoming spending frenzy.

It seemed that most of Midlothian was in the Land of Flowers this morning, escaping the rain to buy, buy and buy as if there was no tomorrow and despite the festive season still being seven weeks away.

We had strayed there by mistake to buy flowers and should have turned tail when we realised it was so busy.
We only lingered long enough for a quick coffee ( no scone!) and a very spotty blip.

There will be no prizes for guessing where the spots come from.