Just had possibly my best tapas meal ever at the rather apparently named ‘Tapa’ in Leith.

The staff are fab and now I wanna come back before I’ve even left!

Eleven years.

Little bit greyer.

We even did the rather silly marriage thing.

Mr Pearson and Ms Henderson. ELEVEN YEARS!!!

Last night we tootled down to Factory to see the opening show FREE YOUR MIND.

M’s pal was in it.

Can’t recommend it enough, if you are thinking of going.

Really struggling with the health of my hair recently. Maybe it’s peri menopause maybe it’s nutrition.

This morning, whilst in the shower, I suddenly thought “is this the miniml shampoo or IT IS THE MINIML LAUNDRY LIQUID?!!!!”

(As the large reusable plain bottle comes to an end)

I’m home alone!

I used to be home alone lots before the bedtime police started being at home more.

If I didn’t have jobs to do I swear I’d be in bed by now.

So I’m about to go into a think with Grace Dent. About food I think.

I kind of know who she is.

So when a gen z bar gal compliments your attire, that’s good right?

Shame on Curtis Brown and Tavistock wood.

For years they would have been batting away allegations, now its all passed the point of no return they are out.

I wonder how they treat the women working there.

A fictional character you would give an invite code to.

Blue sky today :-)