On my way walk back from Leith along the cycle path I picked up a couple of heavy bin bags that PL was about to send to the charity shop. Inside them I found a pile of brand new hand-knitted toddlers’ jumpers. These would be perfect for the new mothers on campus.
I stopped off at the pub to break my journey home. There a tall stringy man stole about £45 from my black purse. He returned £20, but refused to give me back the rest of my cash. In its place he offered a block of cannabis resin, the size and shape of a data stick. I had no use for this. I just wanted my money back.
My only hope was rescue by TPR, but he was nowhere to be seen.