Dark skies

Today was a day where... well the worst is behind me. It was more than saved by lovely pizzas from the fair hand of middleman - he's not all scary self-portraits and dark thoughts.

I keep suggesting to Mrs B. that this weekend would be a really good time to get this labour thing started - I don't want to go back to work next week.

Apparently it's not all about me.

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The Friday bike is still where it usually is - hanging around in a cobbled close.