Change making

That was the loose theme of the day.

Started off with the usual difficulty sleeping but after a hot shower, assorted medicaments and the back catalogue of Soul Music I slept till 7.50. 

There was a bit of stress caused by a shower 8k miles away compounded by a strategic error (following the LB app) which led to me being late but it turned out not to matter as there was a tech issue so the meeting's start was also delayed. 

The overseas shower problem was resolved, the sun had come out and I sat contemplating change and improve my on the 6th floor with a beautiful view across to Fife, and and an original John Bellany in the corridor. 

The meeting ran on till nearly 12.30 and I swithered about going home but a #47; at the bus stop clinched it so I had almost an hour to feed Willow and me.

Then back down to the Book Festival to meet up with S and K, sitting in the sun. Haven't seen K for ages. The author we were there to see was Andy Wightman, being interviewed by Ruth Wishart about land ownership and land grabs. It wasn't very good. Her seemed to have difficulty hearing her and remembering what he'd written. We'd been joined by Y and G, though G dashed off, but the rest of us had a drink in the sun before S and I headed to the Parliament. 

Clive Myrie was the draw at the Festival of Politics, with support from BBC Scotland. Once again we were in the front row and by chance sitting next to L who I last saw almost a year ago at the funeral in Mortonhall. Clive Myrie was excellent and there were some really good questions. 

It was after 7 when we came out and S was stressed about food as she needs to eat every couple of hours. There was none to be had in Parliament or Our Dynamic Earth. Luckily she had some emergency rations with her which she ate sitting in the lowering sun. 

The last event of the day was the film made for planetariums to mark 50 years since the release of Dark Side of the Moon. We lay looking up at the stars, planets, and satellites swirling around as we were immersed in Pink Floyd's music. Amazing. S saw them at Knebworth about 50 years ago. She was at Glastonbury when it was free. 

After that we had to have food, a very late night dinner in the Tolbooth Tavern restaurant. Heard the Typhoon far above us as it streaked up the Mile to start the Tattoo. My related travel issues for Friday had been satisfactorily resolved earlier. 

Sat and chatted and ate. S was gobsmacked when I revealed I was 6 years older than her. She thought I was about 10 years younger than I am. Mmmm.

It was still a beautiful, but busy, evening as we climbed the Canongate and fought our way through the revellers to get the #37 home by just after 11. 

Though it was a good day I will be glad when all this Festival malarkey is over, the whole place calms down and I can spend an evening with my feet up in front of the telly, being my age.