When it snows in Gorgie

It’s not actually snowing in Gorgie. That was on the weekend. At the moment, it’s raining. If I peer out my window I can see the drops salsa dancing on the puddle that resides on top of the phone box next to the bus shelter.

Since we have been back from Canada I have been laid up with a cold/flu, combined with a dreary state of melancholy that I am having a difficult time shaking. I’m finding it hard to throw myself into winter topics like heavy root vegetables and haggis, when all I desire is anything that reminds me of spring.

Something is bound to inspire me sooner or later. If you were in the mid-Lothian area in the middle of a grey Scottish winter, what would you do to pull yourself out of a dip of sadness?