Flaming June fails to ignite the SQ skies. It's dull. Bordering on chilly. People are hanging in rather than hanging out. The High Street roadway improvements are limping along. I fully expect their completion to be an anticlimax but ... you never know though. Edinburgh Council are on the job.
Good news: the new public toilets are working. Access was a problem but after six months struggle all's well. I saw a customer emerge from behind the heavy door, very much alive.
There are idiots out on the roads, revving up their hot, cheap cars and sounding off with popping engine noises. They pop every few minutes. I blame social media and poor diets. Our local MSP is fuming, so he says in large print every month. Every random bang kills a far away fairy, so some say.
The old Italian restaurant looks ready to collapse. Loose material up high. Herris fencing is in place. Oh dear. Where will the old Italian diners be headed for now?
A scraggy, grey crow follows us. He looks to be on the way out. No care plans for over the hill crows it seems. Macdonalds car park is the best bet for a quick crow friendly meal. Not so much road kill these days. Everybody stays at 20 mph unless you're the lesser self aware teenage driver type who likes to bang/pop along via their VW's exhausted exhaust system.
We abide by the laws. Sometimes.
A stunning, rare sight: A cyclist was seen by me using the new £250k cycle path today. Should've got a photo for the museum display.
World Cup pubs are the thing these days. Bonanza time. Extended hours. Nobody can get enough. Enough sleep that is. I have predictor fatigue already. It runs in the background of my mind like a bootleg live King Crimson cassette.
We're a dolphin friendly but also dolphin free town. God's creatures deserve respect. Do pay us a quick visit one day. Can't promise you'll see an actual dolphin.
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