Breakfast the Fifty-Eighth

Oaty cluster thingys and yoghurt.

One of the pitfalls of working from home, I find, is that you take to wearing some pretty idiosyncratic get-ups. Today was definitely a low in the sartorial stakes. I'd forgotten how oddly attired I was until I ventured out in search of lunch and garnered some baffled looks. It seems the good people of Edinburgh expect rather more than navy blue leggings (clean trousers in short supply) teamed with thick purple socks, brown boat shoes, a fleece in an odd air-force blue shade, a grey coat and a red-wine stained bobbly hat...

The only other thing I have to say is hurrah for shrove Tuesday (the pancake part of it at least). Nom, nom, nom.