It was the postman (postperson?) who woke me. That is not something I can say with any frequency these days. ‘Mine’ comes at lunchtime or after, and even I have generally woken up by then.
So to get post at 8.20 on a Saturday was a bit of a novelty. So is sleeping in a bed that very recently sailed across the hedge between two Edinburgh tenements. As you are correctly surmising, I am living rough. Not even internet, and for me, no mobile signal. So, don’t contact me and expect a reply.
And, I know, 8.20 is late-ish. But we’d been up cleaning our tenement accommodation until late, after a late train. I’ll tell you more another day. We got the bus and only went very slightly wrong.
I can assure you we did get to Charlotte Square, and we did do most of the things we’d planned, including an interview with Andy Mulligan. But between the airborne accommodation and the book festival, we are hitting technical difficulties. This is for the eventuality that we don’t get any further and have to give up.
But we’ll be back…
