Protest

Our office is next to the SNP head office. There was a protest today, outside the their office and all the way up the Close. When I saw people chalking words on the ground I thought it was a celebration of National Poetry Day, the Scottish Poetry Library is across the road. The stick men had gone by the time S and I left the Serenity Cafe after a working lunch.

Elsewhere in my life - sorting out Tuesday, handing over things at the station, trying to be 'fascinated' and slumping in front of the TV catching up on the holiday WDYTYA and 'New Tricks' and ESPC surfing. Somewhere there is a house for me, but where? Tired.