Good day for swans

Aye. Pissing down. No one in the office could explain to me why I hate getting rained on walking to the station but don't mind a bit getting soaked on the bike.

But first there was the trip to Glasgow. The 0635 bus, the sitting freezing your arse off at the station for 30 minutes waiting on the 0735 to Queen Street, the trek to Hillhead for a meeting that lasted 20 minutes. On the scale of mercifully short to shouldn't-have-bothered meetings this was definitely on the side of the shouldn't have bothered. To add to the insult the train back inched its way between Croy and Linlithgow.

But it's Thursday, which makes tomorrow Friday and we all know what that means.