It’s sunny this morning, but there’s a light frost that has further depleted the Cosmo in Claire’s planters.
Megan’s off to Glasgow, so I drop her at Holyrood and head for the office. I squeeze into the staff car park and shuffle over the faded pastel, paving slabs into level 0.
It’s still early. My password has expired. I treat myself to black pudding and potato scone, then get to work. Lunchtime arrives and the veggie options are unenticing. I opt for a Mr Potato submerged in vegetable curry. Yum yum.
The journey home is slow, out past Portobello and onto the by-pass. Then I have mounds of paperwork to do - which keeps me going till eleven. I unwind with Ed Reardon before passing out.