Bothwell Street

Monday in the office; zzzzzzzzzzz

Actually, I was reasonably productive until my French nemesis arrived at the front desk; unannounced. I checked back; I spoke to him on 25th May following contact with his MP; over two months later, his VIP correspondence obviously isn't very VIP....

So someone who gets paid £10K a year more than me doesn't do their job and I end up having to do it for them....  Productivity plummeted thereafter..... (It was a very taxing case...)

So, I left in drizzle, determined to get some work done at the allotment, but it proved to drizzley so I went on a Cigs prowl instead.

I was tempted to photo shop an 'n' into the ship sign behind the ned lad, but that's for another day.

White pen x2 (don't say I'm not good to you); undated (2013?) one with a comedy elaborate dot over the I.

I briefly thought I had my first Cigs / front cover shot as the lad narrowly missed an oncoming 35 but then the Kevin Carter story don't end well, so probably just as well....