Screeeeeeeeeech.

All day, trains screech past. It's handy when you're trying to think. Thankfully though, a job we've been doing is now off the desk and off to the client, carried nimbly by some people wearing suits with white teeth. No, not the suits with the teeth...ach, never mind. Brooksie gave me a bit of a pointer with the photoshop tattie peeler earlier. And I forgot to blip anything with my shiny new camera. All I could do was this bleeding bridge. But hey....Friday tomorrow. We're off to Crail with the dawg (she loves the Crail hoose) then Perth for the weekend. Happy days.