Weed

Another nice day, weatherwise, and another busy day work wise, including a chat with my boss about a tricky staffing issue.

I popped out to pick up some lunch, and received a text from BB, who was nearby. He had just come back from Glasgow where he had been viewing a flat. We were quite near each other, so met up briefly. He showed me the flat he had viewed, and also the new clothes he had purchased for his holiday. He walked back to the office with me, then he went to get a bus home.

I got home to find that TT had skipped off work early, and that BB was at Tartan Touch (rugby). TT had tea ready, which was a real treat. I was surprised that BB had gone to rugby, but he said he didn’t do much running.

Later he and I went to the supermarket to get a few things for his holiday, mostly first aid type things. Once home he sorted out his travel insurance, and TT found some Euros for him.

This wee flower is a weed in Princes Street Gardens. I’m not sure what it is called though.