Scotsman Steps

I swithered about whether to bother going in to the office before going to Glasgow or not, then decided to walk in, then get the bus.

Turned out the pavement was just ice and, combined with worn out shoes and just enough wind to make the worst of the lack of grip, made for hard going. In the end I spent two and a half minutes in the office, then ran out again to get the train.

I did have time to stop on the way down the steps. No residents, no pools of yellow liquid, no rivers of bleach and lovely sunlight reflected off the glass box on top of the old GPO.

Glasgow was short, the afternoon somewhat productive. Tonight I clean the house in exchange for two nights proper sleep.