Mural..

An unexpected earlier start today. Still managed my walk though, which was good.

So glad I did, as I never set foot over the door again until it was time to leave.

A day of watching boys play (and fight over) video games. Sigh.

Iain collected me and I drove home in the new car. His nails should grow back in time.
Both slightly traumatised by it. Hence the cheeky wee gin - to settle the nerves.

This is the Kirsty Whiten mural on Union Street, which I walk past on my way to work.