Quintin Jardine's blog

I took AJ to the airport this morning, early. At half past eight I was standing in theM&S food hall at the Gyle Centre, list in one hand, basket in the other. The place was bedlam; even at that hour the shelves were emptying as fast as the staff, suits included,  could restock them. As for the punters, denizens all of them of the posh end of Edinburgh, most looked ready to kill over the last pack of broccoli florets or baby carrots. If you go  there, or anywhere like it, tomorrow, be afraid, be very afraid.