Swings and roundabouts

Horrible grey days are followed by brilliant bright clear ones. That's the joy - and the depression - of the Scottish summer. By the standards of two sickies, we had a busy day, including a trip out this morning for various necessaries, a trip up town to St Andrew's House for me to speak to some people about EU citizens, and then finally a foray to Charlotte Square to hear David Cannadine speak eloquently and eruditely about Margaret Thatcher.

I insisted on a fairly early departure back home, as I feared that there might be a reaction tomorrow if we wore ourselves out too much. For tomorrow packing starts in earnest.

Or perhaps in boxes.