Volunteering in Crarae Gardens and camping in a wee village hall this weekend. I learned:
- that with a big enough fire, you can burn an entire tree in a day.
- that a fire that big is not ideal for marshmallows. When the stick is finally long enough, it is impossible to steer.
- to appreciate reflexes and close calls - M singed his hair, eyebrows and eyelashes.
- that M and I snore in sync.
- that farts can sound like explosions. So glad the culprit slept next to me, so kept waking me up.
- that people of all ages find talking about farts funny.
- that people who cannot sing nor play an instrument still get to perform, if the village pub is far enough from civilization.
- to love the fact that midges think I taste bad.

Just another Monday morning's errands, in Edinburgh during the Festival:
tourists, giant Warhol soup cans, an opera singer, a brass band, ghosts on stilts, more tourists, leafleteers leafleteers leafleteers, bag pipes (well obviously), face paint and costumes, people who scream and talk to themselves but are more likely to be artists than crazies, tourists in my bloody way, dancers, jugglers, stupid people trying (and failing) to get around in cars, the backside of a camel trying to attach himself to the front part. Love it!