The problem with tricking your eight and a half month old baby into sleeping early one evening, is that they will then try to rise EVEN EARLIER than previous attempts the next day. Fortunately, Mammy is more stubborn than Wee Daftie and she was dissuaded from waking up for the day at 4:30 this morning.
(Not actually 4:30am footage but she is lovely when she naps, snoring like a pig)
Thanks to my darling Numbnuts suggesting a nice and middle class morning, all my steps were actually reached by 2pm today. This is definitely a first and quite an accomplishment.
We met at the farmer’s market on Castle Terrace at 10am. I was a little bit early so Daftie and I took a wander along King’s Stables Road, through the Grassmarket and looped back to the market.
Edinburgh is so fricking pretty. I mean, just gorgeous. I remember when I was running the cafe, this American woman waxing lyrical about how Edinburgh was one of the few places she had been to that even looked good in the rain. I have to admit I agree. It was a misty, moisty morning, when cloudy was the weather, but the city still looked stunning.
After fantastically delicious, and quite posh, sausage rolls were procured, we had a wander in search of coffee and then went on the most random ramble about the city. It was that lovely aimless walking where you cover more ground than you realise. All very good for my daily goal, all very good for Cancer Research.
Lazy afternoon and evening of avoiding watching the rugby (my nerves would not have lasted), making dinner and baking bread. This is what Saturdays are for. Says she while she currently is on hiatus from the service industry she knows and loves.
Proof again of why I call her Daftie. Actual pose while Big Human feeds her Mammy milk in a bottle. My Wee Daftie.
Travels With My Daftie 