Feeling Freaky in Auld Reekie

Last night Kirsty worked wonders on my camera-damaged neck before we stuffed ourselves full of curry at The Raj. We stayed up till one am chatting then this morning I got up at (sigh) half past nine. The capital has been shrouded in fog all day, with statues and gravestones poking eerily out of the grey. It's very atmospheric. And a bit cold. Today went like this: Fruit, coffee, croissant, work, panini, work, blog and then party. The more astute of you will realise it's Friday and that list does not contain the word "run". But I did it yesterday, see. Yes, that wimpy one yesterday counts. And now I have a bit more work to do before I get to the "party" part of the list...