Well…. last Sunday was a very nice day for a walk, and so we decided to walk from The Gallery of Modern art to Stockbridge, along the Water of Leith.
There were lots of beautiful snowdrops and loads of ivy covered trees. There were lots of people walking lots of dogs, but the best dog was Maude, who could hardly help walking on her ears they were so long!
We got to Stockbridge and there was a food and soap and sushi and cappuccino and trinkity open market very lovely but rather outwith the normal sized purse.
Anyway… a lovely day was had by all I think.
Dear Tollies (esteemed residents of Tollcross)
I was innocently going about my lunchtime business, foraging for sandwiches and rushing to the Post office, all the usual lunchtime scurriement, when I happened upon what I thought was a surrealist’s prank. There it was… a huge fish-head minus fish body, lying on the pavement looking for all the world like a Dennis the Menace set up. I actually looked around me for the snickering individual who had perpetrated this gory occurrence. No one seemed to be skulking nearby, in fact nobody else appeared to notice this object of of arch oddness, so of course I whipped out my trusty cybershot and documented the freaky vision. A day or so later I was given some lovely strawberries bought from a retail establishment on the very border between Tollcross and Bruntsfield and this lovely crop of fresh strawberries seemed to contrast completely the odd pescatory experience from only days before. They say the past is another country, well I think your neighbouring community is another country, perhaps sometimes another planet.
I love both Bruntsfield and Tollcross and I am very glad of the diverse delights that both areas offer me and countless others, but sometimes I feel like I have walked through an invisible stargate around about the bus stop at the Links.
Our family has a second furry friend, (Jude the cat is the first), who was welcomed to our Bruntsfield home this Saturday. He is called Bailey, a name he was given before we even bought him, which meant spending a precarious minute or three with in the pet shop, with the man asking which hamster, from the large furry ball of hamsterness, we wanted to pick. We first spied an all black one who seemed cute but the minute the guy put his hand in the glass cage to get him, he changed into a wee dark demon. So next please! There was another pretty, cute wee thing that was black and white and fairly fluffy, but he scurried off in a mad looking way so not him either, Then we saw Bailey!… he was in the corner not looking mad or bad, but ,sensibly, just a bit scared of the huge hand waving around in his house. We had already bought his lovely space age house with handy carry unit/cosy bed, so we were all set to go.
Bailey is now settling into his new home very well, and has easily found all the different parts of his fabby hamster home. He seems to really like his bed pod at the top of his house, and there in his little hamster crow’s nest he enjoys a snooze, a yawn and a bed-making scurry.
Welcome to Bruntsfield Bailey!!!!