Laid

Roamed out to Henderson St to meet up with Arclight who had braved the no 36 bus with her two walking sticks and her brand new knee. Mr A was in attendance (although not fussing), but J got all the way up those well worn stairs - she's looking in fine fettle. We had a very enjoyable blether and lunch (thanks Mr A!), and I had been intending to blip the rather fetching SMWS tree in the foyer, but once I'd gone on to Ocean Terminal and seen the light on the laid-up ships I consigned the sparkly green tree to the extras.

Maybe the rise in the price of oil will mean some of these guys will get to work again. It's an ill wind blows nobody good.