Half term - what we did on Thursday

We got two days off for half-term - Thursday and Friday. Mr Life took them off too. This is what we did on Thursday. First, you should know that the building above...

... and above this, is where Mr Life used to work. It's a couple of minutes from our house - a building dating from the early 80s, quite impressive (we think) from the outside and beautifully finished inside. After he left, the company moved out to a building further out of town. Another firm moved in but then moved out again, and for - five? six? - years, the building has been empty and up for sale. Various companies considered buying it and turning it into flats, but it wasn't really suitable.

Yesterday morning, I passed it and saw this. It was horrible to stand and watch this quite famous building being destroyed. We've lived in our current house for 21 years and have passed it virtually every day.

I stuck my camera through a gap in the gate and got told off by a chap in a hard hat.

Then the day improved. The girls always have lunch together on Thursdays, so Mr Life and I joined them. Here is Mr Life, unaccountably without the top of his head, having a post-lunch cup of coffee and biscuit.

Here is Daughter 2 stealing a bite of his biscuit.

Daughter 1 improved the shining hour by knitting a headband...

... which will look like this. And we all wrote a card to Son, wishing he was with us.

Then the girls returned to work - well, someone has to - while Mr Life and I went to the Museum of Scotland, where among other things we looked at the train section. Mr Life likes trains.

Afterwards, on the way down to Princes Street, we passed this lawyers' office, which struck us as worth remembering about if we ever get into trouble with the police.

Half way down the Mound is the little Writers' Museum.

Here's a bit of the Bank of Scotland. It too has a little museum, which we visited.

Its money used to be kept in this iron chest. Pity it still isn't, what with the recent shenanigans.

Down the Mound steps, here's the Art Gallery beside the bus stop.

Getting off the bus, we wandered past the office again. Hmm.

Still, as my mum said, she saw sights like that all the time when she was working in London during the Blitz and it was much worse because people had been in them at the time.