It was a case of the incredible shrinking camera syndrome. So, some photos are not nearly as good as the subjects deserve. It ran early, so ran without us. Edinburgh is not being dug up. There are tramlines in the streets. Due to technical problems, this blog post is delayed. It is also going to be too short. But charming, nevertheless. Penelope had me foxed. She thinks about her funeral too much, and she also said a very dubious thing about the younger generation, which i will not repeat here. She did remarkably well for someone her age. This adult event was full of adults. Lots of good, although sometimes long, questions. The answers were also good. And that was not my fault. Swedish, so we shall have to see how that went. Sophia must have had a curse on things connected with her, since not only the photocall session disappeared for us, but the much admired recorder thingy i use was not performing as well as it should have. Before i went home to my lonely garret, i went to see them sing rude songs again. Heard them, too, obviously. But at least it was a nice day. She dressed for rain.