17.10

Thank goodness The Goth only works until 2.30. 

She was at her erudite worst today, and a couple of times I thought I might wet myself laughing. It was a relief when she left, and I could get a little work done. 

Not much of course. Not at my age. But I shuffled some papers enthusiastically, and polished a passing turd, in the hope that appearances were more important than substance. 

Who knew that the First Minister is a Parkrunner? Kudos (insider joke) to him for giving Parkrun some added visibility - he posts about it on the dreaded FB. Perth is his "home" course. He ran the Plean one last Saturday. 

More of that kind of thing, please. 

Meantime, the spring sunshine continues. I got my Blip on my walk home.