Cycled home last night ladened with pudding wine, that fancy French mustard in the grey pot and string of roscoff onions. Mrs Garto had phoned me at 17.15pm saying the Carol concert at Heriot Watt was starting (Mrs Garto sings in the choir and I am fervent in my ardour). Yeah but starting at 18.30 according to event brite. Thankfully strong ish easterly last night blew me home in time to dump the provisions of the middle classes, then without switching the bike lights off, turn round to go back to Heriot watt. Delayed by slight chat with my neighbour who says, bit cold to be heading out? I say yes. Just off to Heriot Watt, I believe you have started working there recently. I did not catch the response in the wind.
Made it to Heriot Watt for 18.30 (back road very dark at night) it is all sitting about mulled wine (I hate mulled wine) funny heavy pastry mince pies etc. Start chatting to woman from stitch and zip (she is student at Heriot watt, her husband lecturer) finally Mrs Garto appears. Concert finally starts about 19.45 apparently it is a tradition to have nine carols and nine lessons and I must estimate, one very boring homily. I do like to belt out a carol though. But who was in the queue going in? My bleeding neighbour. Good news, she is employed by Heriot Watt to improve its connectivity. She aims to cycle to work etc.
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