Boy in a bag

Rarely seen winds like this in Scotland, well not since the last time. For some reason, best known to some architect, our office sounds like a boat when winds are high and the rain is cascading against the windows. And today was no different, the only thing missing was the swaying and some pirate banter.

Today I wanted to try and use the time not spent watching the most enjoyable series, which we have been doing for what seems like months, quite simply because it was months. So repairs, cleaning and tidying andhelping the neighbour dispose of their white lilac which failed to withstand the battering winds.

Tonight I was very envious of the number 1 son, wanting to be myself, for one night only, the boy in the bag.

14° westerly gales 68mph