I have a confession.  I think I’m in love with Edinburgh.

I’ve always been a Glasgow girl.  I grew up in the suburbs in Lenzie and knew without a shadow of a doubt that Glasgow was best.  It was gritty and real…You want culture?  It’s right here.  You want stunning buildings and architecture?  Just look up.

God, but seems I’m a turncoat…I love Edinburgh.  I love the castle. I love the palace.  I love the parliament (yes, controversial I know).  I love the new town.  I love the old town.  I love the cosmopolitan buzz of the place.  I have a flat in the middle of the old town and I take cobblestone roads through 16th C alleyways and it is all so normal, so perfect.  I love thinking, I need some copies, I’ll just nip down to the shop 2 minutes away  I need some middle eastern flat bread – 30 seconds away. Organic orangutang friendly peanut butter?  Yep, right around the corner.

From a performance perspective, tonight was probably the best yet.  We didn’t know anyone in the audience and that seemed to free us.  Critics are lovely when they give you 5 stars (Oh, did I mention The Sun did that today?!)  but what really gives me a buzz is the guy who came over to us tonight to say how much he had enjoyed the show.  He didn’t need to do that.  He didn’t know us.  That means everything to all of us.

This life is fitting me like a warm onesie.  I always appreciated Edinburgh before now, but had never succumbed to her charms.  I’m now smitten and I am happier than I think I have ever been.

Glasgow, I will always love you, but…