This was worth getting drenched in a downpour on my bike, rain dribbling down my glasses so I could barely see what I was going. 

And this would have been worth getting drenched in a downpour but obligingly, the sun came out. 

So. So far.

This was lovely although many of the lyrics have not aged well. 

Cracking acting here. (And I'm loving the Pleasance's rear courtyard.)

I realised far too late that this was a one-off at Summerhall but it's a cracking initiative. 

This was perfectly Traverse-y.

I LOVED this. 

And this is fab for when you want a wee Fringe-y meander but can't quite be bothered to visit a venue.

 So on the 500th day since theatres were closed, she went to see some theatre. 

And it was good. 

I'M GOING TO SEE A FRINGE SHOW. 

I'm so excited. 

All day, I've wanted to dance. 

The last Fringe show I saw was this. At the dearly beloved Quaker Meeting House TWO years ago. 

And now I'm three hours away from my first of the year. 

Assuming I can find my way there on my bike. 

Very happy Fringe, my friends.