Focussed blur

8:30 on the train. Going to collect my bike from work where I left it on Wednesday when I went to see my Grandad.

A day off work and some rest and time with the bairns and Mrs theWeir. Some arrangement making and flower considering too.

The wee-estWeir was fairly teeth-moving-grizzly most of the day, disrupting his sleep and household productivity. But that's okay. He's very cute with it.

Well mostly.

Still slightly at a loss what to do with myself, but looking forward to singing at the weekend. That usually helps.