This is a statue of Adam Black in Princes Street Gardens. According to Wikipedia, he was a bookseller and publisher who was Lord Provost (Scottish version of Lord Mayor) and an MP. He died in 1874. Presumably he just happened to be prominent at a statue-erecting time and there he stands, almost totally (I'd think) forgotten, but still clutching his scroll with pride.
We're looking after Daughter and Son-in-Law 1's guinea pigs while she and he are visiting SIL 1's family down south. Here are the furry girls enjoying a snack. They do this a lot.
Sirius still seems reasonably well, though the bald patch from his medical procedures still mars his velvety beauty slightly.
And I am making progress with sewing together all those squares that I recently cut apart. Tony the Painter and his assistants Michael and Cameron have been busy painting the outside of our house. I feel a bit like Marie Antoinette as I sew unnecessary patches while they sand and paint and climb up and down ladders outside the windows. However, it's quite satisfying to see the strips grow. Fourteen down, three to go. Then I have to join the strips together, which I suspect may cause my temperamental sewing machine to sulk. Not to say me.