Am I what?

Last year at the Fringe we met Andrew, the taxi driver who then became our taxi driver and who is our taxi driver also this year. It is an extreme privilege to have this man, who whenever we need a ride is ready to pick us up. The only problem is that he speaks with such a wonderful Scottish accent that misunderstandings happen every now and then. As last night, when Linda came home (yes, we call our flat Home nowadays) very late and after a few drinks (she had been networking - as she calls it...) and she thought she had the following discussion with Andrew:
Andrew: "Are you peeing in my car?"
Linda: "What? No!"
Andrew: "Are you peeing in my car I asked?"
Linda: "Andrew! I am not that drunk! I am not peeing in your car!"
Andrew: "Linda, ARE YOU PAYING BY CARD?"
Linda: "oh. Yes."

Andrew took us to a very local restaurant where we had some excellent food. Oh and here you can see the newest member of the Fork family. Little miss Ramsten.

This is our very big and glamorous backstage. When we get dressed before the show we need to follow a very strict choreography to avoid punching each other in the face. But we like it. And the champagne helps.

Last year on our day off we made it up to Arthurs seat. This year we made it all the way to the Highlands!

Oh Heathcliff where are you? We might have been singing Wuthering Hights a few times while enjoying the fantastic sceneries.

Loch Ness. And the monster(s).

Sunshine! That´s what we have had for three weeks now. Unbelievable.

But sometimes, late at night, it gets cold and you have to warm yourself under a cosy heater.