Whatever that means
Out the office door as soon as the metaphorical hooter went to meet up with MrSmith at the Oxford for a swifty before catching up with Pensioner and Red at the Hanging Bat, a completely unknown pub at the mildly less manky end of Lothian Road. An impressive selection of beers sold in little girlie 2/3 of a pint glasses. Nice hot dogs though. Much conversation about mutual interests plus pensioner talked about boats.
On to the Blue Blazer for a quick one and to be rendezvous with Mr Sitting then to the Bow Bar for more beer and the obligatory nip. Very much enjoyed the Black Isle breakfast beer. And only 2.8%. Barely stronger than Top Deck.
Train home, with a quick stop for a photo, cab, This Week and an oatcake then to bed.