With Mr Deakin
in charge of the weather Spring is still with us and the middle son in law, having been dreading the tomb like cold of the Old Manse has been seen in shirt sleaves. Understandable outside but this was inside-a new record for March in the Merse. They depart, GNER willing, this pm to the scorching heat of East London. Poor things.
Up to Ould Reekie for what might be Huttonian's last lecture at the uni. Subject is Iraq so no problem keeping the student body awake for most of the time. So that will be another £22.50 well earned and I look forward to fritting away the .50p after tax and travel is deducted. Anyhow it will very nearly buy me a Big Issue so the young fit man who waves copies at me from the steps at the Fleshmarket end of Waverley Station may get his way and after 7 years of head down evasion I can at last catch his eye and avoid the sarcastic 'thankyou so much Sir' which is my usual reward for hurrying past with a train to miss.
If I am spared, of course