Mid Summer Post G8
Anyone feeling the let-down?
Up on the Murrayfield Stadium Make Poverty History crowd screaming to bomb blasts in downtown London undergrounds. What a week! On Monday anarcist riots along Princes Street face to face with the dark blue suited riot police. And then Friday's poor outcome with the G8 boys of summer.
At least I'll be taking my recyclables to the bins and keep buying all my clothes from Oxfam.
Easter Sunday is the colour of green.
It rains giving birth to the scent of the earth.
Another Sunny Sunday
Sipping my decaf cappacino at the Elephant House (where else) and gearing up to complete my poem due for the Dunderheid's 'zine on Tuesday. I'll head back to my room and get pen to paper.
Yesterday I put my money where my mouth is and finally bought a new bed. Yay! I also found a perfect wee table for my its and bits, which is so much nicer than using a stack of empty boxes. Only £18 and it was small and light enough to carry onto the number 16 bus without causing a health and safety hazard to any other passengers.
My room is more spacious having removed all the old boxes and yet it still retains compulserary coziness. And when the loft bed is set up it will bring a whole new look to the room.
A fabulous good morning to you from Edinburgh. I've already enveloped myself in music and a Sunday sermon at St Giles and it is only...oops....2pm.
The Elephant Cafe is heavin' this afternoon. Hardly a table free for the crowds lined up in front of the glass case (displaying yummies!)
Neglecting my yoga lately but as always I have good intensions to make it a part of my every day life.
Thanks to Mr Hamish MacDonald, I have my own blog. Blog is a word I only learned two weeks ago and here I am....blogging.
I'll walk home through the Meadows and along the sunny pavements of Bruntsfield. It is only now that I knew my suggestion to myself to wear the running shoes rather than the boots this morning was the best idea. Sorry toes.