Broughton Street Lane

The day the shooting schedule got torn up. Part 696.

A day at home; watching trippy clouds, whilst working as the systems crashed and then became unavailable for the next three days. 3 Days! 3 Bloody Days! I've got work to do.... So as I plodded towards the end of the working day, I was supposed to assist with the choosing / buying of IT hardware when I got the call saying that was off but as you were coming out anyway, perhaps you could take us to A & E - a child with something in their eye.

So that was my early evening. The eye is fine. As in I asked how the eye was and she said 'aye, fine...'

Anyway, the planned one will keep, this one appeared on my way home; black paint in a darkened underpass. Dated 14, next to Deli. And out of the snow that briefly fell, too.