On Friday I missed my train to Edinburgh. I had never missed a train before, so I felt quite glum. But all glumness evaporated as soon as I stepped off the train in Waverley. I drank cardamom hot chocolate every day. My best friend, my brother and I talked about - nothing in particular. My brother fell asleep on the sofa while Emma cut Kevin's hair. I received some excellent hugs and declared my love for Edinburgh repeatedly. These weekends away are everything to me.