Festival goers + Bike = ...

Day six of Carmen and Nils being way and I've started talking to myself. The day after she left I went to work and realised, "shit, I've not talked to anyone for over twelve hours".

In other time-based news, in one day I have gone from avoiding cycling into tourists to actively aiming for them. If you visited Edinburgh this year and had some arsehole on a bike go 'ping ping ping' on his bell and almost run you over, that was me. Or maybe, it was any other cyclist in Edinburgh at the moment. This is why I love the Festival.