King’s Cross

I get an early train from Swindon to Paddington and get to King’s Cross with forty minutes to spare. It’s sunny but not warm, so I find somewhere sheltered to wait.

Edinburgh is windy, as usual, and I put my hoody on to walk to the bus stop. It heats up on the bus when an angry man starts giving some youth abuse for vaping on the back seat. The disagreement quickly escalates as other passengers chip in to defend the smokers. The driver deescalates the situation by taking the man downstairs, but he threatens to get out at the same stop as the smokers and “do them”.

Dinner with Angus and a showing of Dungeons and Dragons.