Oh woe to the wan- I mean, Bankers.

I mean, really. All that imaginary money they were giving people to buy houses with. It was inevitable.

At least it gives us joy like this.

Well, it made me happy.

Last weekend Arno and his pals were demonstrating swordplay in the National Museum of Scotland. Apparently the session I observed wasn't the best of the day, but it seemed to please the masses.

Rachael's bump has now externalised itself, after a 36hour labour and emergency C-section. Came out quite well, is the general opinion. My instinctive distrust and dislike of anything too young to have a higer education was set aside because she sat nicely for the camera.

Thomas has left the choir and now, pretty much, the country. Which is a pity beacause he's friendly and funny and everyone likes him. He had a big leaving mean a Vittoria's on George IV Bridge last night which I only caught the end of. RIP Thomas (well, not exactly dead but probably gone for good).

And finally, on a lighter note, I (eventually (about 15 months after we started planning such a thing)) had an interview for the job I've been doing since last January. And got it. Now we just need HR to get themselves sorted out and give it to me. I think it might end up as a Christmas present...

Oh, and speaking of Christmas - we've started the Christmas repertoire already! How glad am I to have a distraction from the bloody Carver and chunks of Gaelic we need to do for out mini-gig at the National Library of Scotland? (very glad, BTW)

We've got some rousing Arvo Pärt and deceptively challenging Abbie Betinis so far. Can't wait to see what other bizarre modernities Ollie pulls out of the ether! You can keep up to date with the choir's goings-on at rudsambee.blogspot.com, where Claire1 is our jolly blogger.