and then close and finish

After the relative silliness of previous years, this year's entire Fringe/festival budget came in at £10. Were it not for the nice quiet streets I might have been late for my one show but made it with a couple of minutes to spare and in not too embarrassingly sweaty a state thanks to the nice coolness and incipient autumnity of the night air, even more pleasantly cool on the way back. Now that the wingpiglet is reasonably reliably quiet and sleepy for a few hours each evening it might be possible to sneak out one at a time, though there are a few things in the rental/download pile, growing steadily since the end of April but recently re-prioritised after someone almost gave away a key plot point of something on Saturday evening at the meal.