Woah, okay. Change of plans yesterday. Went on an improptu Edinburgh trip in the sunshiiine. Got the cutest jewellery and lingerie. Reeeally pleased. Had a slightly embarrassing moment which involved bras + a boy I thought was a girl (he had really feminine features and longish blonde hair, okay!!!)... er, I don't think it's the norm for a guy to know your bra size before he even asks how you are?! Cringe. There was actually more cringe but I refuse to acknowledge it! It'll probably be announced at any future wedding anyway, sigh.
The Gathering - as part of Homecoming Scotland - was on in Holyrood Park whilst we were trekking around the centre so, unbeknownst to me, the Police-escorted car going past us (that I joked contained Sean Connery because he's usually lurking around there pledging his love for all things 'SCOTTTTISH') was actually Prince Charles and Camilla Parker-Bowles. First I see the Queen, and then they drive right past me. In one month. ODD. Urgh though; why not Harry? Maybe he's next in line... so to speak.
SO, had a meal. Came home late. Collapsed.
Really wish I'd seen the clan procession down the Royal Mile last night. 'Bet it was amazing. My clan was there, but I'm not sure how many turned up under our name. Forgot completely that it was happening!
More Edinburgh to come next week.... overdosing or what? Plus T in the Park photos which I think are being developed at some point today.