Bakehouse Close

The rich vein of form continues; tactical naivety notwithstanding. 

I went to aid my mate Paul last night after dinner at hers (a delightfully summery chicken / chorizo combo on sliced tomatoes / mozzarella / basil) and then Maw phoned fae the Orcadian bolt hole and imparted some sad news about one of the neighbours; 54 and diagnosed with terminal cancer last week; lasted 6 more days from diagnosis....

Anyhoo, as I was having this sombre chat I took myself off into a close and propped the bike up. Right next to a bin. A moment of delight in an otherwise not very uplifting conversation.

I was back round this way today for a couple of pointless meetings so I popped the camera out and recorded this somewhat faded penned effort from 2013. And then I lay in the sun for an hour before deciding I really couldn't face the meetings and e mailed my apologies anyway; headed for home and did some real work instead.