Everyone enthused about the new printing facility on North Bridge next to the Scotsman Hotel so I thought I’d give it a go first thing in the morning. There were so few people around at this time that I didn’t bother to get dressed. Nobody would mind my nightie (and, in any case, it made a change from my purple fleece pyjamas). The technology in the shop was impressive: a bank of touch screens across the main wall, and £1 a time to print out an A4 sheet. Unfortunately each time I printed my two pages I discovered another typo in the text, so it ended up costing me £10. Added to this, by the time I was happy with my purchases it was midday and now the whole of Edinburgh would witness my wandering the streets in the flimsiest of nightwear.

When I returned home I found an unknown middle-aged male relation with ginger hair at the kitchen table. He was on the phone checking the funeral arrangements for Cousin Bunny. “That’s strange” I thought, “We don’t have a Cousin Bunny…”