Thursday 18 August 2011: Imminent Dawn
1. Edinburgh for the third time this week. I manage to avoid someone in the station that would have made the journey hellish.
2. I think I recover from my social blunder of referring to this rather beautiful machine as 'an exercise bike'. My very gracious hosts don't seem to hold a grudge and what follows is an hour or two of great chat and great ideas.
3. Not quite so lucky on the return journey, a big mouth breather in a celtic strip sits opposite me reading a book about George Best and listening to really, really loud music. The music he is listening to is the same music you hear blaring out of the tartan shops on Princes Street - speeded up bagpipes and club versions of Runrig. Luckily I have a rather beautiful travel journal to read, so good it drowns out the second hand screech and skirl.
4. For some reason I was given the responsibility of picking the paint for our office reception. I picked for practical reasons which met the brief. Or so I thought. Turns out you can please none of the people, none of the time. The colour is called Imminent Dawn and yes it may be a little pinker than we expected but I like it.
5. To Troon, a walk on the beach, the dentist and then dinner with mum.