Surprise!

Greetings from Edinburgh!
I was gonna have a few days neglecting the blog, but I’d probably get used to having the time off and then not write any more when I’m back in Norfolk. So here I am, taking advantage of the library at Sophie’s hospital.
The lady at the desk thinks I’m a junior doctor researching a curious skin disease that’s just turned up in A&E. Bless her. I’ll shout ‘Eureka’ in a minute and run out in a hurry before she susses me.

I’ve been offered a formal interview for the pub job! I was walking around Arthur’s Seat this morning (those who have been to Edinburgh know exactly what I mean) and my mobile started ringing. I had planned to leave it turned off and at Sophie’s, but to be honest I was worried I might twist an ankle or get attacked by an Eagle or something, so I packed it in my trousers. The ladys’ name was Cassandra, and she’s the new co-owner of the Pheasant and Partridge. She said they were impressed by my application and would like to meet me. I explained I was on holiday, so I’m now pencilled in for next Tuesday (the 15th)

I’d better sign off now. Grizelda at the desk is heading over with a face that says she’d like to fry my kidneys.