Day Thirty-six

This post written up from memory, a few days later.

In Edinburgh after a four-hour bus journey, direct from Oban to E's Bus Station. Very chatty young driver; I'd say he's got classic symptoms of ADHD. Could use some improved self-management skills as I suspect he ended up totaly hypglycemic and dehydrated: as we approached Edinburgh, notorious for its endless-seeming tramway works and highly inconvenient detours, he became increasingly impatient and quite abusive of pedestrians and drivers in his path. I found that quite disappointing because he was a really lovely, friendly guy at the beginning of the journey.

As I emerged from the very pleasant Bus Station, I was totally confused by all the construction work in the vicinity. The aspect of streets and pedetrian access have changed almost beyond recognition. After about fifteen minutes of traipsing about I ended up asking a young taxi driver for directions. Eventually got a (paid) lift from him. While he was very friendly, I remain  unimpressed by the fact that his private company does not have ready-made receipts for business passengers. Still, insisted on getting one all the same.

Got in just before 8pm and didn't feel like going out again, so made do with a couple of shortbread biscuits from the hospitality tray and what I took to be red-berry infusion – turned out to be black tea with a bit of red berries. Not good!

Otherwise, this very swanky B&B is comfy enough, very large double bed, very swish shower room, all beautifully appointed. Huge flat-screen TV.

I've been on 3x18mg Concerta now and am absolutely fizzing with the stress of the day. At least some kind of irritating, beeping alarm in the dining room area has been turned off.
Hope I can sleep.