Portrait of the Artist

A wet wet day, so no outdoor play for the visiting minky. We ferried her down to Tumbles at Portobello for a little play session. A really great place compared to other commercial soft play places with their sulky uninterested staff and exorbitant prices. It’s Edinburgh Leisure: council run, y’see and praise where it’s due - it’s quite excellent. And sea views from the cafe! Well, grey rain and cloud and a strip of sand and sea.
Home for artistic endeavours with a new paintbox. As long as I could turn out unicorns she could colour them in.

Later, through the rain sodden streets to the Athletic Arms where six of the drouthy crew did gather. MrT is on the wagon again - some complications with a tooth, poor chap, which requires antibiotics, so Guinness 0% for him. 
Oh, and I almost forgot, the General election has been called. Probably because Sunak can stand no more of his fractious squabbling party and wants shot of them. And they of him - then they can get someone in as leader that they like. Boris Johnson or Liz Truss probably.