I'm at the tail end of a long day. Dundee this morning, which, I feel at this point, should give me some sort of dual citizenship. And then off to Stirling with
mercuryfading where we ate Mexican food in addition to the Mexican we had after the exhibition opening in Edinburgh on Friday night and went to see the Stirling Literary Society's talk on the oral culture of Scotland's traveling people, which was charming what with the singing and the electric pipes. And, in addition to being quite easily the youngest people there, we were also using our time to compose an angry letter to the St Andrews housing people, which we will also send to the St Andrews Citizen and Fife Council.
If only we had had our knitting that would have been the absolute pinnacle of old ladyishness.