Frayed.

Nerves, brain and emotions. And definitely at the edges.

That's all I need, my feet unravelling on the way to a meeting.

Work was so stressful this weekend, it honestly felt like my entire head was
being pushed through a cheese grater.

One day, when we are both having a third glass of something
nice in a pub I'll tell you why it was so tough.

Hope you enjoy this.

It's only been done a handful of times in the UK.
And never in Scotland.

The drinks are on bernardpoet