Wandering home this afternoon I found the following …

Good advice, although odd to see it scrawled on Leith Walk. That wasn’t the only street advice I found though, more after the jump.
Wandering home this afternoon I found the following …
Good advice, although odd to see it scrawled on Leith Walk. That wasn’t the only street advice I found though, more after the jump.
I live alone. Apart from the pixies. I’ve never seen them, they’re too tricky for that, but I know they’re there. They might not be pixies, but I prefer the thought of pixies to gnomes or gremlins.
Mostly they move stuff around, just little things to remind me that they’re about.
Last year they kicked it up a notch and hid my passport. Then, after I’d spent a week searching for it and finally caved and sent for a new one, they put it back in it’s normal place. Right in plain sight on the shelf. Taunting me with their cleverness.
This year they’ve made off with my credit card, but I’m wise to them I’m going to pretend I’m not bothered and they’ll get bored and put it back.
Then I’m going to set up a pixie trap and bait it with my keys.
So my fridge/freeze broke over Christmas while I was away visiting the folks. So I lived without a fridge or freezer for ten days and adapted without much trouble. Sure I suddenly appreciated living in a city and being able to nip into a shop on my way home from work. I also discovered that, prevented from my normal habit of bunging all the extra in the freezer, I did a lot more with the food I did buy. I’m adaptable, I thought, excellent. The feeling didn’t last …
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