The station of pissing rain

When the highlight of the day is that you had no punctures and broke no spokes, you know it was dull. I went to Glasgow and chatted professionally. That was good. Shopped a little secretly. Say no more. Wrote on a train, maybe explain that another day and got drenched. Put up scout tents in the rain and now I'm off to the pub.

I thought Queen Street's windows looked like a Japanese rising sun flag.