Princess Street, 10.46 am.
It's wet and I'm buying socks as my original pair is wetter than a fish convention.
It's my own fault really as I tempted fate on the way up here and so it succumbed. Does fate succumb to temptation? Evidently. It's wet. There is rain. More clouds are predicted.
My new socks carry a health and safety warning.
"Wash when dirty."