twinned with trumpton


WFH; WFHH PM before a sweep around Princes St to return birthday gifts that were the wrong size.

A brief battle with Vodafone and then off up Arthur's Seat ahead of a planned return to some light mountaineering on Sunday (Aonach Eagach, anyone? May as well dive right into the deep end, eh?)

I've seldom seen the Seat so quiet; bar that time I went up when the Euro final was on.

In, chicken on a mozzarella / mint / orange zest / chilli yoghurt thing with raw grated carrots and beetroot; the heavens opened; I got duly soaked on my way home.

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