Ring, ring! Yorkshire calling Edinburgh!

Suddenly in August I get phone calls “So how’s Edinburgh? I was just wondering…..?” The rest of the year hardly a peep, not that I mind that; I did think I’d gotten away with it this year, usually a call comes at the start of August not half way through. Of course, I still have things I want to see, and my moose cave, well, when I say it’s a pit, I mean it’s really a pit right now, like the pittiest pit ever, August is not a month for cleaning.

And what to take them to? Good call that I bought two tickets with my Friends of the Fringe discount for Sleeping Trees: Christmas Special, if they don’t find that funny they’re dead to me! I’m thinking of Privates: A Sperm Odyssey too, any excuse to see it again, truly epic in silliness. Eggs Benedict at Em’s Kitchen is a must. Oo, yay, Logan’s Close are playing at the Cowshed tonight at 10pm, its probably gonna be heaving, but not to be missed.

I should go and at least do some washing up,  I suppose. Show willing, play the host. Wonder if I’m gonna get a call that they got lost after leaving Waverley Station? Said they knew where to come, hmmm.

Toodle pip!

 

Oh Cripes!!

Where does the time keep going to? It suddenly dawned on me today that three weeks tomorrow I’ll be seeing my first preview shows! Yikes, that snuck up on me! I guess I should get Chez Bruce totally tidied and cleaned up – it is amazing how much mess one chap can create!

The windows could do with a wash but a very industrious spider seems to be creating her grand opus outside the lounge window, I’d hate to be the destroyer of such fine art. As long as she stays outside we’re fine, but we’re going to have a problem if she wants to do an indoor installation next.

It’s so hard to focus on cleaning when we’re having such great weather! I just want to trot down to the park and snooze in the sun with a good book for company. No! It has to be done, I’ll pray for rain, god knows the plants need it and maybe it would help clean the window without harming the web. I like to have everything in it’s place all slick and span at the start of August, after that it’s all a mad downhill slalom ’til the end of the last Monday of the month.

Back in the old days with Bud around we would have bought more tickets by now, our fringe diaries taking shape past the previews and 241 Monday with more shows and possibilities. Now I have a larger pile of Half Price Hut hopefuls, hey ho. Oo, I seem to have turned a bit maudlin, can’t be having that. I shall bid you goodnight and go make myself some chamomile tea to take off to bed, maybe tidy a few things away while the kettle boils.

Toodle pip!

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