I realised part way along Princes Street that I'd forgotten my party bag but as I was on my way to the Starbucks off Waverley Steps to pick up the bag with Escallonia cuttings for janeainsworth (she brought me a lovely pelargonia which is now sitting near my landing window; thank you, janea) that I'd left behind this morning, I decided there wasn't time to go back for it.
That Starbucks and I are beginning to have history: last time I was there, after jane10's book launch, I left my wallet! That did not turn up so I had a merry time renewing driving licence, bank card and so on. That'll teach me to be scatty, I thought. Aye, right... so next time I was there I left something else!!
However, katek's quick thinking and rather more advanced phone than mine, quickly found the Starbucks number and they had actually found the bag with plants sticking out of it without suspecting a bomb, and had kept it.
Hey ho! Scat-tastic. My mum was always saying...
