Seven Days in September (#3)

WEEK 3 

Monday 15 September. We went to pilates, and I made a passable curry for dinner.  But my highlight was going to the Sicilian Pastry Shop for a couple of their strawberry tarts (the last 2 they had).  Delicious.  Oh, and we had The Plumber's Return.  Not a new job, but a continuation of the work I mentioned so many days before.  He left us with clouds of dust and a bit more done.

Tuesday.  Remember that plumber?  We ended the day with a new shower.  And a lot of mess, but the shower was done.  We went to another P&P&P at the Traverse.  And I wrapped some presents, because...  

Wednesday.  Barbara's birthday.  The usual pilates class, with an unusually giggly French woman on the mat next to me.  Dinner in Mowgli, delicious, but noisy.  However my highlight for the day was my wife's reaction to her main present, the Sherlock Holmes Book Nook Lego set.   We don't have to be grown ups  all the time, do we?

Thursday.  On this day I enjoyed the creativity of an Instagram post I put up.  But the main pleasure came from something more physical.  I do pilates to keep my wonky back in order, and part of that same regime is a monthly massage.  Not the incense and whale song kind, more the type that's only 2 steps removed from invoking the Geneva Convention.  Sometime painful, but worth it in the end.  For a long time I was manipulated by a young Irish woman, who gave great rugby craic, but she returned to Dublin and now I'm in the hands of a Pole.  No sport talk, but very entertaining, and I always leave having laughed, as well as having my muscles deknotted (a veeeeery tight left shoulder being the main culprit this time).

Friday.  Return to The Hive.  A double header of preseason matches for Edinburgh Rugby.  Good to be back shouting for the lads, good to be back chatting to my oldest friend, who I've known since I was 14 (I don't want to think how many years that is...).  Some rubbishy food in the break between games, a spectacular sunset sky, and a win to end it all.  I look forward to the season to come, as the point in time where all seems possible...

Saturday.  We met Barbara's daughter off the train at Waverley.  Nothing was planned for the rest of the day, so we ended up sat at the table putting bits of bricks together.  While the two women put a Lego kit together, I tried making one from a manufacturer called Cada.  And it was fun for all.  

Sunday.  While mother and daughter did their own thing, I did mine.  A bit of walking, a bit of writing, shared the blog post that described the first week in this wee series.  Dinner for 3 was in Cafe Andaluz in Stockbridge, and back home our visitor was introduced to the delights of Gary : Tank Commander (it's on iPlayer if you haven't discovered the daftness yet).  So a good day, topped by a discovery.  I'd never before seen or heard the collaboration between Mark Knopfler and Emmylou Harris from earlier this century, so playing footage of their concert was a huge pleasure.

And so endeth another week.  Is there a pattern here?  Is there some great secret of life?  Probably not...