Ad hoc Ashtray
Bleurgh kind of day.
Mums good arm broke.
Weather was grey.
I was stuck in the office.
Then over for a meeting in Leigh.
A place invented so that even people from Wigan could feel superior.
So this is about as good as it gets unless something magical happens tonight. Although curling up later on when I get in, with J9 and a single malt, sounds magical to me right now.