Work

Another day of work. Well, not a whole day. Most of it was spent just sitting in the car, first eating my roll with squerr slice n black puddin’ (for I was in Glasgow) and reading my book and then driving around taking photos of the water towers, all while I waited for Mandy to do her thing before we both headed to see our other client and talk. But they talked so much that she had to bail out to come home for the weans while I talked some more and then wandered to the train station via Waterstones (Anne Frank for Ellen, Philip Pullman’s essays for me). 

The only trouble with this working at appointed times business is that it stops me just bailing out on my bike when the sun’s shining. 

Now it’s an early night. Yes, I’m heading off to the pub early. Because it’s Thursday and that’s what we do around here.