Easter Road

Awake at 8, and 102 miles from the nearest Cigs tag.

So I did the washing up in the drizzle, got a brew on for the crew, then sausage and bacon rolls. Packed up, tidied the bothy, and sped down the track back to the car; back to Barry's dropped him, home for a shower, took her to gymnastics class at Ainslie Park, shopping, back to hers, fixed bed and made bedside cabinet thingy, got hoover and finally made my way to get Cigs on Easter Road before going home for 4 hours of overtime.

Black paint on grey roller shutter door; undated. Polish lads on a Sunday afternoon pub crawl an added bonus as they debated whether Middleton's or the Mash Tun was getting their custom next.