I have more pictures to post tomorrow, but wanted to add a quick addendum to my windows post before I call it a night (it's about 11pm here).
Last night DH was struggling to outfit himself in a formal kilt, and getting warm with the effort. He went over to open the window, and a few moments struggle rapidly escalated to cursing (well, for him) directed at the window and pleas of help directed at me.
The latches were in the locked position.
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At least he asked for help. :-)
Have you encountered any Scottish cellists or fiddlers yet?
Yes, it's in my job description.
Edinburgh is busking central, but I've only seen myriad pipers and a small brass band. I saw one man carrying a bass in a case, but no other strings yet. There is supposed to be fiddling and dancing at a party tomorrow night. I'll get to do plenty of watching and listening since my knee won't let me dance yet.
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