Pleasantly Busy

Jennie and I attempted some fringey things at the Pleasance, but it was so busy and the ticket queue was so long that we gave up and went to the pub to meet Jo.

On the way, Jennie tripped over the kerb on the high street and stubbed her toe so badly that it was bleeding inside her shoe. Then, just after sitting down in the beer garden, an invisible bird pooped right into my beer.

Seems Saturday the 14th is worse than Friday the 13th.