I woke up with the lark. Well, I woke up with the toast, actually. It was before my alarms, but I felt fresh and thought I may as well get some of the breakfast that my room rate included.

Then I headed around a scenic route to the Starbucks on the high street where I sat with a Private Eye magazine, chuckling away until nearly lunchtime. I returned to my room merely to freshen up before I met a friend for an afternoon's amusement.

Then back to the hotel for more freshening and out for an evening's amusement.

In a beyond-tipsy state, I returned to the hotel amused. What a great day.

It's days like this which make me think that Edinburgh would be a great place to live. But I have worked something out. I'm only ever there for leisure. Of course I think it's great. I've virtually never had to wash my pants there. I'd love to be surrounded by all the lovely people I know there, though.

Oooh... I'm there for three weeks... in about three weeks' time. Gerrin!