Bookworms and the like

Another week has whooshed past. The Edinburgh grandchildren have been on holiday, so one day Son-In-Law 1 took Big Grandson on a bus adventure while we went with Biggest Granddaughter to Saughton Park. We had a snack and she read her book outside the cafe, but inside the footprint of this house, which was built in 16-something and demolished in 1954 (well done, Edinburgh). 

Red letter day for Mr L - he eventually got the bigger tv for our smaller living room that he's been wanting for some time and I've been resisting. He says that he finds it difficult to read text messages on the phones of the characters in the detective things he watches.  I do not find it ornamental, but eventually took pity on him. The lamp that stood to the side no longer fits on the table. Since I consider the main point of this piece of furniture to be a display area for about seven pieces of coloured glass and probably a little vase of flowers, all illuminated nicely by the lamplight, this causes a problem, but we'll probably acquire a more elegant standard lamp than this one, to alleviate the situation. 

Daughter 2 brought Littlest Granddaughter up by train, after work/school on Friday. Littlest wore her unicorn onesie so that she could go to sleep on the train. You can see how well that worked. 

The next morning she peopled Big Grandson's Brio layout with dollies. 

At the weekend, Son and family came down and we all went to the Botanics. Some of us splashed in puddles, 

while others of us admired the autumn colours, 

which are very pretty. 

Further Brioing took place. 

Today, Littlest and I went to the museum. 

We had a lot of fun. 

Another bookworm.