Our boy, who was home for a few days, went away again on Saturday morning.
We miss him.
Later I took Daughter 1 and my mum to the gardening show at Ingliston.
And alstroemeria. And lots of other flowers and plants, which I restrained myself from buying.
On Sunday morning it was hot again. This was the main road when I went out to buy a newspaper.
Our church is near the beach.
The Edinburgh Marathon route went along the promenade yesterday, though the runners had passed by the time we came out of church. It was, the papers said, 22 degrees Celsius - 71.6 Fahrenheit - which is hotter than I imagine one would chose for running such a distance. Or any distance at all, in my case. Scotland doesn't get much warmer than this, thank goodness.
In the afternoon, Daughters 1 and 2 and our son-in-law went to the beach at Gullane and swam in the sea. The sea here is always extremely cold, especially when one's body is warm from the sun. Rather them than me. But they had a lovely time with friends.
Today: the heatwave continues. 66 papers marked. 154 to go. Back to the kitchen table I go, to get on.