This morning’s comic strip workshop about space was sold out – hooray – with brilliant results from young wannabe astronauts and comic strip artists. Book signing afterwards, then to the Authors’ Yurt to warm my sandalled toes at its roaring stove. It’s now typical rainy Edinburgh weather. Nipped back to the hotel to find more suitable footwear. Tired due to weird goings-on in room last night. TV and lights kept turning themselves on and off. “You’re on the third floor?” said receptionist, “That’s the haunted one!” Faulty electrics more like. But maybe I won’t go to John Harding and Michelle Paver’s “Ghosts: Are You Being Watched?” talk tomorrow after all.