The Remnants of Edinburgh

It’s been a weird day. I did manage to write about 1500 words or so, but my brain is all over the place and I am not entirely sure how coherent my writing was.

Anyways. Today started with a bother. I was getting ready and discovered that my trousers had been eaten to pieces. I thought that I was done with that when I left Edinburgh. Then, I realised that I had washed these pants and not worn them since I returned.

Thank you, washing machine in the Very Yellow Flat. You have, indeed, had the last word.

Now, I desperately need a nap.