Pants

Well we're off soon, last shows today and leaving Edinburgh is on the cards for tomorrow morning.

Why is everyone flyering on the royal mile shouting "last performance tonight"? I mean, everyone's leaving - it's the end of the fringe!

We've discovered some pants on our ironing board. However, it turns out that no one in the div claims them. Has anyone lost some pants? If so, they're in our flat. You'll need to pick them up before noon tomorrow.

P.S. Phil Stott earlier tipped some bacon fat out of the kitchen window, so if anyone notices a pig tree growing in Auld Reekie or drainage channels leading from it, blame him.