Grey, windy sunset

It's not love
Which is my face
Which is a building
Which is on fire

It’s a windy bike ride into town, and an even windier return journey. There’s a stunning sunset over Macbiehill, far more stunning than this poor photographer (and camera) can do justice to.

Light the fire. Reheat the last of the mince and tatties. Do another few hours of work - this time tidying up training material for a Cucumber customer.

By the time I’m done, it’s past my bedtime, so... I stay up a bit longer. I’ll be tired at the David Byrne gig tomorrow night.