Truant

A truant tomato at the crossroads.
How sad that this image should be the acme of my blip potential today. No I'm not ill, confined to bed or otherwise discombobulated and neither am I depressed. It just seems that I have nothing to say nor have I an exciting image to impart.

My day has so far involved the gym, some drawing and much reading of Sunday papers which inform me amongst other things that my old alma mater has come first, for what it is worth, in the Sunday Times ratings league of the Independent Scottish schools who presented pupils for the 2016 Scottish Higher exams.
Although I left the school decades ago and none of my children graced its ancient portals, I still have a certain allegiance to it.
It could be argued that exam results are not the epitome of a successful education, a fact illustrated by the success of my children who attended Comprehensives.

Enough philosophising, it's back to the papers.