Has to scram out
Thanks vaash be well π
And copperbutt you be?? Lol gotta go.lol ππ
no one is used to 10-13... except Mrs. John Holmes
and he's been long gone for a while now
I know vaash and you are used to 10 and 13. Outta my league
Market Street, Old TownReaching the top of the Playfair Steps, he paused a moment to take a breath, giving a shake of his head. Truly, he would need to get out from behind that desk a good deal more frequently than he had been of late. The reality was that it simply seemed that way to him, for in truth he had not changed physically in over eight hundred years.
Marshalling himself, he carried on eastward along Market Street, and just before he would have reached the North Bridge, finally turned right onto Fleshmarket Close. More stairs awaited as the close rose towards the High Street, and he climbed them ably.
The crowds here on the narrow close were still thick as market stalls continued to trade, but he headed towards one of the many taverns within the close β one which two recent victims of the nocturnal predator, his quarry, had been known to frequent. He knew this, of course, but the Edinburgh Polis had yet to pick up that detail. Good. He needed time to be on his side for what must follow.
Time he had now, time to kill β the irony of that expression not lost on him. Settling at the bar, he blended in with the other workmen, these humble folk drinking their wages away, and set about sharing stories as much as drams, as he whiled away the time.
Yes indeed copperflex smaller correct wording π
~sits back awaiting this explanation~
Used my smaller brain south of beltline.
Says innocently wonders how copperfish was smart enought to become father? ππ€ͺπππβΊ
Thanks
Well maybe Saturday was travel, but schedule shows game tomorrow. Uh Think I might be reason for your losing streak. Big laugh
Then Happy Father's Day to you!
Great. Got 2 Father Day calls and caught up with all things them.Watcha sore from?
Sat not travel day?No wonder i cant pick winner
I cant even know the day they play
Yup just like last 3 bets.
~nodding with a smile~It takes a lot more to provoke me, no worries.
I'm ok... a bit sore but will live
how's you?
Celts -7.5 shall think about it.then winπ
Still owned by me for at least another day. Snort laugh
Nah, Travel day back to Beantown
He moved past Edinburgh Castle with purpose and finally came to the foot of The Mound. Glancing up and to his right, he smiled to himself upon passing the monument to poet Allan Ramsay β though he remembered the man as a good deal portlier in later life than this sculptor had chosen to capture him as being. As with Doctor Simpson, he had known this man too, and had outlived them both. They were not the first and would not be the last; his mouth quirked with a tight, forlorn smile at the thought.Waiting for a break in the stream of carriages and pedestrian traffic, he then crossed The Mound and turned southward, pausing as he called to mind how Alexander Nasmyth captured this very scene in his painting, βPrinces Street with the Commencement of the Building of the Royal Institutionβ, some fifty six years earlier, in 1825.
He first passed that very same Royal Institution and then the National Gallery before heading towards the Playfair Steps, where, lifting his eyes upward, he was glad that he kept himself in good physical fitness, and began the climb.
Game not tonight?