I must say it was not a promising start to my new adventure to be left languishing in a sorting office for several days till my host could be bothered had time to come and collect me. But I'm a forgiving bear, and ready to give the benefit of the doubt.
Arriving in this place called Edinburgh, I must say it was a relief to be quickly given the chance to catch up on "AIBU".
I was a little nervous about what to expect from my host family, especially after the balcony incident in Bristol, but I was quickly put at my ease with a nice version of a fruit shoot (absinthe, they called it).
Which led us nicely on to a bit of a sing-song. (Who is Donald, and why does he not have trousers?)
The next day dawned dreich bright and early and I was off on a trip to the city centre. It started off with great promise as I saw the outside of my spiritual home - Harvey Nicks - but sadly my Mumsnetter claims to have never been inside (hopefully I will be sent to a S&B thread regular next time).
The bus tour continued, showing me the sights of the Scott Monument...
... and a distant Edinburgh Castle.
Later I was taken to the university area, where I replicated a pose commonly exhibited by many of the students in this city, on their way home on a Friday night. The fag was not mine, honest.
I was grateful to have a quieter day planned for the next day, just a kid's party to go to. I enjoyed the jelly and custard and the party games, though wasn't too sure about the game called "bury the Pom Bear in the ball pit". Fortunately my host was on hand to pull me out.
Well a bear doesn't like to complain, especially when being generously fed on a diet of Tunnocks tea cakes and Irn Bru, but they really do need to do something about the weather up here. I was taken on another day trip, this time to a place called Moffat in Southern Scotland, and it poured down without stopping.
This is me in front of the ram of Moffat. I wonder one day will there be a statue of me, perhaps outside MN Towers?
As I'm staying with a Mumsnetter, obviously much of my day is spent hanging around cafes sipping the odd macchiato and reflecting on the important topics of the day. Here I am - I'm the one in the MN scarf.
(Apparently Germaine Greer has one too)
Today was my last day in Edinburgh, and it was with a wee tear in my eye that I found they were holding a party in my honour. First the sweeties...
...and then the drink.
It's amazing how much whisky a small, stuffed bear can put away when he really tries.
I've been wrapped up for bed now and am finishing my blog before my next adventure begins. Who knows what delights or indignities await me??