Shenanigans

Blipped at the corner of the Meadows is this suitably adorned bicycle. Obviously thereby hangs a tale to which I am not party. I assume, out there somewhere is a person, probably male, nursing a hangover and minus his right boot.

Today being the Sabbath, was mostly a day of rest, but it was punctuated by my crawling round a flat looking for telephone and Internet sockets for the soon to be Scottish residents.
This time next week they should be in the air heading north east to a much colder city than Budapest.