The cure was worse than the disease
Or maybe the grafitti was appallingly obscene. Whatever, it's a pretty amateurish removal job. Like the early days of sandstone renovation in Glasgow.
Back to the grind today although I was sufficiently out of practice that I managed to leave my wallet at home so had to let my usual bus go, head back home to get the wallet and have another cup of coffee waiting on the next bus. The wallet, of course, was in my bag the whole time.
Apart from the 165 emails waiting for me, of which 150 could be deleted without opening them, it was just as though the holiday had never happened. The boss is stuck in Malta though. Poor guy. All that extra sunshine.