Up with the sparrows again and into Morrison's to beat the hangovered caravanners to the newspapers-not that many of them go for the Gerdian but my neighbours Daily
Mail (Not Scottish Edition) is endangered by 11am. I also went early to get in front of the last of the demonstrators (or Protesters as the BBC insists with some relish) on their way north to 'Make Edinburgh History' or whatever which kicks off-if that is an appropriate description for a hopefully peaceful gathering- at noon. I joined the A1 at 8-15-the road was empty in both directions, not unusual for these parts so I got to Morrison's unhastled. While I was selecting the papers (and recycling 5 plastic bags of previous ones-the long arm of the wife is on me even from Foreign Parts) 4 buses turned up for a comfort stop, and the occupants also stocked up on essentials-orange juice (these were the middle class matron set) the Guardian (sold out 2 minutes after I got mine) sun cream (yes for Embra!) wholesome baguettes and band aids for the inevitable blisters; one bus load of youff headed straight for the drinks section to lager up. And as I headed south on the A1 ten more buses were coming in the opposite direction-I hoped, wistfully, that one coach might be conveying a few right minded anarchists who having liberated the Morrison drinks section would burn down Mac Donalds on their way out but I expect they are keeping their powder dry, quite literally (and petrol wet) for Monday's march.
Happy days.
PS Spell checker suggests 'moroseness' for 'Morrisons' Good description of the check out lady's mood on the newspaper section-but with so much pressure on Grudian sales who is to blame her
