Tights

We had to make an expedition to Ocean Terminal in search of a pair of red tights - suprisingly hard to track down, but in the end we found some, albeit 14 yr old girl size. They came in a pack of three so they'll do me in lieu of thermal underwear for some years, now that one pair has served its dubious purpose.

Then on to Stockbridge in order to take some surplus books to the Oxfam bookshop. Mr H managed to confine himself to purchasing only three new ones. We popped into the market but the weather was nasty, raining and windy, so we got the bus instead of getting muddy and cold on the Water of Leith walkway. How very useful is the no 36!

On our way from Ocean Terminal the bus was stopped in a very tedious queue for some temporary traffic lights, which gave us plenty of time to read the signboards up outside the various restaurants. This one is evidently trying something new - music tonight with a jazz singer plus a live guitrist. (The blurry effect is from all the rain drops on the bus window).