Domestic Goddi
So we arrived in Edinburgh and piled a ludicrous amount of luggage into a cab. The weather was lovely and the flat we were to stay in was looking good. I love a front door that's built for fat people.
We felt slightly weird, initially, as the flat is very much like a show home. Everything is brand, spanking new and there are some lovely finishing touches like three little rubber ducks in the shiny bathroom and posh bubble bath. However, after a few days of habitation it became clear that, for all the lovely finishing touches, some of the
vital intermediate touches were lacking - not many pans, not much cutlery. Rubber ducks but no tin opener. But the lack of a tin opener
did lead me to knocking on a neighbour's door and asking for one - you know, just like you would do if you were living a normal life instead of existing in this bizarre Festival bubble. It was lovely to meet Bruce and Margaret. Their beautifully kept flower pots are a daily source of pleasure.
Then the brand spanking new shower broke. We just couldn't turn it off and nearly flooded the bathroom. But that wa all worth it to meet Mike the plumber who delighted Genevieve with a delightful joke about someone having a 69er. Utterly charming. If ticket sales slump, maybe we'll pull that out of the hat in our show. Or we could always get Mike to come on before us and do a warm up.
Genevieve here, Domestic Goddi new recruit, reporting for duty while an 8 months pregnant Rosie is confined to barracks on Doctor's orders.
As we arrived at Waverley Station we prepared to make our glamorous
assault on Edinburgh armed with matching luggage and dark glasses - only to discover that we'd left the vital prop to the entire show on the train! Helen leaped into action - I have never seen anyone move so fast! She shouted at the guard and disappeared on to the train. After several moments the train began to move and I started to worry about
the prospect of being left to do a one woman show! However, seconds later, in the distance, Helen appeared on the platform, large grin, prop rescued.
We then resumed our stylish entree to Edinburgh, only interrupting the grand tour with a stop off at Lidl. In these times it pays to combine sophistication with thriftiness. Ah yes, I am truly learning the ways of The Goddi...
Oh, and another thing...Our brand, spanking new flat has no wi-fi access and Helen's damn dongle had let us down, so I've had to tap this all out on a small hand held phone device. I've gone cross eyed. Never mind the finishing touches. How about some rubber ducking wi-fi to blog with?