It was Fringe time in Edinburgh but this year was different because I was now one of the organisers. (I actually resented the extra work as committee secretary, and resolved to resign as soon as I was promoted.)
BR and I spent a lot of time in room 7 in the basement of one of the largest multiple Fringe venues. The halls were so big that you could hang your clothes out to dry here without inconveniencing anyone.
In some respects it was fun to be amongst the performers, but I missed TPR in the audience, and AC at the puppet show.