Had a call from the bank during the week.  As I was working in Edinburgh for another company on Monday, would it be possible for me to work for them on the Sunday!!

Flights are a bit sparse on Sunday, so flew up to Edinburgh Saturday evening.  I really think I must do this always.  There was nobody in Luton airport.  Just two check-ins for Easyjet, no queues.  Nothing. Lovely.  (Only joking, Rosemary.)

Plane late though, but with my new solid state 8Gig MP3 player (thanks, Dad!), and a book (Boris Johnson, thanks, Joan!), I was well away into fantasy land.  Funny though arriving in Edinburgh, and walking through the streets to the hotel while everyone else was out in the streets shouting, laughing and enjoying themselves in a typical British City binge drinking Saturday evening manner.  Oh and when some do good prissy nanny state paid employee defines binge drinking as four pints of beer, then all their credibility has gone out of the window.

Peaceful Sunday in the office working, bus station next door was even more peaceful.  It was closed because the side of the building had been ripped away in the storms.

Petit Paris open for business, had their plat du jour.  Black sausage starters followed by tartiflette, made from Reblochon cheese.  New waitress, she comes from Angers, quite nice.