the... outside...

Aaaah.


Out of the building at a thirty-two-minute-sized whisker past six. Just enough time to get to the sorting office to pick up a parcel before the door shut at three minutes to seven on the dot. Sneaks.

I'd have liked to have trundled up and over the lovely hill but was carrying a sixteen-pack of toilet roll so wouldn't have been able to take as many pictures as required without a great deal of putting things down and tucking them under armpits and dropping other things and so on. I'll make some time for it tomorrow evening; still time to get to sleep by 22:22 tonight...