Sand falls from your insoles

Homeward bound. Spent the day in the office in Glasgow and finally got to meet some people I have been working with (via phone and email) for the last 3 months - which was good.

The flight home was fine apart from the bloke next to me who fell asleep before take off and snored for the whole trip until he awoke (just about) after landing. Actually, maybe he sleepwalked off the plane.

The drive home did not last long enough. Sometimes I get in my car and I just want to keep going. The roads were quiet, the evening was warm and the music was good. With a hot coffee to keep me company, I was happy.

My lyrics of the week come from the Hold On Now Youngster album by Los Campesinos and capture the singer's observations of a betrayed love:

And I know he took you to the beach
I can tell from how you bite on your cheek
Every time the sand falls from your insoles
And when our eyes meet
All that I can read is
"You're the B-side"

Today's blip is inspired by this.

Goodnight! :-)