I don’t know what it is about this time of year, but for some reason life conspires to throw a fistful of Edinburgh at me in autumn, just to fuck with my head. Every year. Paul’s moving back there the other day is just the latest in this year’s parade. And despite the fact that I settled in London a few years back (as in, I decided to stop trying to move back to Scotland), I’m still tempted to just up sticks and leave, and sort everything out when I get there.

I don’t think I’ll do it this year, but one of these days…