Spirit Level

I think the problem was that it was just a frustrating day. I'd been out at Mum's doing the good son things, to hear the daughter's car wouldn't start. On Waitrose rooftop car park of all places. I cycled there a toute vitesse as the lycrad legions on blip would say to meet the rescue assistance man who had it started. Then I endured 90 minutes of Hearts plugging away at Dundee (who had scored from a penalty in the first bloody minute).
Well after that, I don't know, couple of beers, home for nosh, and then out with the bloody hip-flask and tiny iPhone speaker to see the fireworks. I should have gone straight home at that point.