Tempus fugit

Well it certainly flew last night. I woke at 6, and then then pow the next thing I knew the doorbell was ringing at 8.50. Swift get up and go.

Then at lunchtime, missed the bus by 10 seconds and spent 15 minutes in a taxi, going from the foot of Holyrood Road, to Abbeymount.

Back to the office till it was time to go to the choir social. I was in the winning quiz team, thanks ro Roy.

Now home and T and J have almost finished. My clock is up. It was my great, great grandfather's, bought in New York. It was in Edinburgh, then given to me and in my house in Inverurie till 2007, then transported to France, and back to the flat and now, at last, out of it's packing and back up on a wall.

Nearly 6 years, tempus fugit.