I suppose it was inevitable, that in a week when Scotland's dire record of pedestrian safety was splashed across the media, when I can't ride a bike, and am (briefly) in solo parentis, that I too would turn into a #militantpedestrian.
There's a certain irony in that I am unable to cycle because of a broken finger caused by sudden braking to avoid an #obliviouspedestrian. But I'm trying hard not to let that prejudice me against all pedestrians....
To be fair, being a pedestrian in Edinburgh comes with some benefits. It has been pure joy to walk the kids home from nursery along quiet leafy streets and watch them run and chase each other giggling hysterically through great heaps of leaves.
And I now know that all the other parents from school hang out in the windows of coffee shops in most improbable combinations....
But I've also had too many cars fail to indicate as they turn off onto quiet side-streets, perform unpredictable u-turns at the entrance to dead-end streets despite a toddler on a balancebike tootling across, and simply steam along narrow dragstrips bordered by stone walls which funnel the noise and smells like canyons.
Cyclists may be hated, but I've never felt so insignificant and irrelevant as when I've been walking along our streets.
It's reassuring - and a small positive step - to have heard today that when pelican crossings are turned off by roadworks lasting longer than a week temporary crossings will be provided, But how do we make our streets more pleasant -- not to mention safer - every day?