Morningside Cycle

Woken at 9am. Yes, 9am, by that bloomin Denis wanting to know if I was going sailing. No! I'm lying in my bed. Except now I'm up. And it looked very blowy anyway.
So I did bike things instead. Tided the bike cupboard. Went to the bike shop. Cycled on the bike. To Morningside.
Bumped into F on his bike who asked if I was going for a teatime pint. As it's 6pm rather than 9am, I think I might just.