Looking Out To Sea

You see, this is why you should never announce intentions, never announce that you’re going to do something imminently because the only possible outcome of that kind of promise is that (a) you then find life carries you away to do a million other things and you have no time to do the last few things you meant to do or (b) you realise what a horrible mess you’ve made and dive back into the project in order to fix it.

I have been suffering a little from (a) and a little from (b) this weekend. Thankfully I’ve got Monday and Tuesday off work in which to make some amends, though really I’m using that time to whip the house into some neater shape for The Student, and tomorrow we’re away to Glasgow. I’m managing to snatch minutes here and there and I’m slowly getting close to something I’d be happy to release.

Last night was the final night of the Edinburgh International Festival, with a concert and firework display above Princes’ Street Gardens. We had Kate and Ben around for dinner and we peered out the window at the fireworks, listening to the performance streamed from the Forth One website. Unfortunately there’s a row of chimney pots that block a good chunk of the view, so we could only see the top half of the higher explosions. (So we couldn’t see the waterfall, but it’s always rubbish I think anyway.) Hilariously the radio stream was several seconds behind the display. At one interlude the radio commentator was still talking while the first fireworks exploded in the distance. I wonder if that was a special delay for those using the intarwebs or if the radio was also slightly behind.

Meal was good though and we had good chat. Kate and Helen had a knitting session while Ben and I looked on, slightly aghast. For the first time that I remember we managed to get everything prepared ahead of schedule and weren’t fretting as people arrived. We must be grown-ups now. Maybe I should start keeping stamps in my wallet.