all the way

I do like Fridays.

Even relatively busy ones with things to run in the early morning, things to fix in the mid-morning and no muffins in the freezer to take to work to eat mid-morning and no more pumpkin seeds in the Ryvita tin on my desk to nibble at. Hurrah for the flask of faithful coffee.

Didn't finish particularly early though it felt like it was. Got some walking around in the reasonable chill before getting home to the further tasks of tidying things up for tomorrow's visitors from the west; interesting things have been relegated to boxes and stacked out of sight, things which might conceivably not be required any more have been shredded and the past few weeks' fruit juice cartons finally made it to the packaging recycling bin on the street.

In order to provide visitor-people with choice rather than just booze I popped out to get a few nice bottles of ginger beer from a popular Newington late-night delishopgrocer and was equally amused and appalled by an inebriated ned-oaf who was attempting to buy vodka, insult the staff, insult his companions, attack the staff, steal additional vodka without paying for it and act like a complete twat all at once. The latter was his forte: he came out with lines such as "You dinnae ken whae you're dealing with here" and "Ah'm gonnae phone ma lawyers then you'll be fucked right" and the usual arsehole/posturing stuff it would be funny to see if it were not for the fact that a: he was not a fictional character in a book, film or television programme and b: he looked a couple of inches from attempting to give up on his evidently limited brain and start pushing and shoving and breaking things.