Apres Trivia

Another hugely unsuccessful night at Trivia, at first stuck in the car as the rain thrashed at the windscreen and whipped around the doors. A plaintive help message from Deb, our team-mate who was forlornly alone at the table whilst the quiz had begun. Tonight was marginally better with the excellent aid of Trisharooni, we stayed a wee while behind to thrash it out with the quizmaster and finish the bottle.

Activity across the road, the flashing red lights of the railway crossing, the amber lights of the workers, busy replacing signs in the mist and the dark.