Yesterday was Mum’s birthday. After a long soak in the hot tub we got the bus to Edinburgh and took it in turns to wear some silly glasses. The 5 year old was desperate to see the 1 o’clock gun go off at the castle.
We missed the 1 o’clock gun again by 1 minute. Dad recreated it for us though so it was OK. I’m not sure the 5 year old was convinced.
We decided to go and sit on The Mound and watch some performers. The first one was OK, there was a bit of mild peril when he pretended to fall into the crowd with a machete. The second one, The Great Canadian, was a juggler … he juggled big balls, little balls, clubs and blocks. He kept dropping them. His grand finale was flinging a giant Chinese yo-yo in the air … which he dropped. Mum felt sorry for him and gave him twice the money.
We went to Waterstones where Mum bought us all a book. She said that getting to mooch in a bookshop was the best present ever. When we got to Waterstones we were told that Steve Backshall, of ‘Deadly 60’, had been there an hour earlier signing books. Mum wanted to know if he’d done the signing without his top on like he does in his show. The man behind the counter wasn’t very enthusiastic about Steve’s visit and rolled his eyes.
We had tea at Hard Rock cafe and argued over the touch screen. Later we got the bus home and the 5 year old sat right at the front of the top deck of a double decker. He thought it was awesome.
Wish you were here