Rain stopped play.

         I walked to Homebase in the late morning to get a padlock, paint and gardening gloves. I set fire to a bit of the roof of the old hut and was just about to open the paint can when the heavens opened. I sat in the hut to meditate and a pipe band started practising in Inverleith Park. It is quite hard  to meditate with a pipe band giving it laldy nearby, but I had to give it a go anyway since it was pissing down. Back in the lobby here, there's a guy on the building site outside who sometimes does something with a giant buzz saw thing

         I think I can say that now I have started writing. When the rain went off, I went to Costas and had a good think about the play. I might have developed a cunning plan.

         The trouble with Costas is that I don't really like coffee. I'd been drinking Americanos in there before, but you have to fill them with sugar. I haven't been using dairy for a few years now, but I had a latte thing this time and you can tolerate that without anything else in it. When I got back in, I did a hundred prostrations and then had a bath.

          I could see that becoming a regular thing for a late afternoon in the autumn, especially once I get the netbook thing sorted out with some word processing. I'm just not sure about the etiquette for cafes. When I was a teenager, Mr Ferris would chuck you out after an hour if you went in and just sat with the one coke for all that time.