Shattered

Literally.

We had an early start to get to Glasgow - we got a bus across town and a lift from there. But unfortunately plans to get up early went awry when I had an alarm-setting-malfunction. As you do. It was a bit of a rush to get over to Stead's Place to catch the 22.

Anyway, a useful morning at the university setting up a network, then a quick meeting with Mr A in Glasgow city centre before back here on the interminable train. I understand that it will now be months before Queen Street is properly open again.

Lovely pink skies this evening surround the flat. It's not been the world's most productive day, but it's been ok.