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The Blogmaster wasn't feeling well, but it was too nice a day to stay indoors for tea and sympathy. I walked to the old town (15thC) through the new town (17thC) from the modern town (19thC). A gloreous fall day.

The old town was where the fisher folk lived - the poor end of the street. Now, the houses are unaffordable by the likes of us ( unless one of you has won the lottery and isn't sharing ).

On the way back to our garret, I heard singing in St Salvator's Chapel and quietly went inside. There is very little as peaceful to the soul as sitting in a medieval church listening to beautiful music.

Dorian was in charge of supper. He walked his Dad to the favourite fish and chip shop. It was a celebratory meal as his volleyball team had won against Dundee. Their record is now even.

PS. George is going for a haircut.