Fringe Day

I stayed in bed while the family got ready to go out for breakfast, which was not an unqualified success. Once up I had a contretemps with #1 son about bookings, poor Comms the root of so many problems, and hung out to their washing.

After a rainy start the sun came out and it was warm. No jacket today. I got to Venue 33 in time for a late morning pink gin and chats with flyerers and visitors. 

The show was a pastiche on Jurassic Park. Unfortunately, not my kind of thing, though very clever, and not helped by not being able to see the middle of the stage due to women in front with pink hair and a baseball cap.

After we all had different things to eat and then went to the Surgeon's Hall Museum. Didn't really enjoy that and that wasn't helped by the fact there were few seats and my legs were aching. 

We then set of for Greyfriars Bobby but stopped at the show ongoing outside the Museum. Never sit in the front row. L got recruited as the charming assistant. She did well. 

By this time it was 5.30, an hour to dinner but we still had ice cream at Alanda's and then a walk through the graveyard looking for a grave that may have had a Harry Potter connection. 

Then a walk through crowds and down steps to the Happy Lamb Hotpot only to discover the meal was 6 not 6.30. We ended up downstairs but it was ok and there was masses of food. I'm not a fan of hot pots, too much effort for too little return,  but it was L's birthday meal and was actually ok. But no cake. There would have been if mum suggestion had been followed. 

Walked WX and L back to the hotel and then came home to find #2 son ensconced with Netflix. 

News for our visitors is not good, their train to London cancelled tomorrow. A storm approaches.