The ‘scolding’ season was upon us again. All my friends were preparing the special scolded cheese dishes, marking the age-old tradition of housewives using up excess dairy products at the end of spring. DTJ proudly showed me her two creations before I dashed off to an afternoon gathering in Leith.

We enjoyed the party, but soon the weekend drew to a close and we had to head home to prepare for the week ahead.

TPR declared that two of our party of three would travel by cargo bike. He pulled one down from the communal cycle racks, plonked our companion in the back, and mounted the driver’s seat. This left me with the short straw of hunting down a bus home on a Sunday night.