A secretive cold rice pudding home-coming (Rousse)

EH and I returned together from the book group meeting in West Lothian. We hailed a taxi to take us Steventon, then caught a number 11 bus that was en route to Tranent via Edinburgh city centre.

Back at home I ate a whole tin of rice pudding cold, along with a secret glass of left-over white wine.

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