Salt lamp and silver linings

I don't only use my SatNav to tell me where I'm going - although God knows I'm grateful that it does - I also use it to warn me of delays on journeys. (I don't know why all motorway users don't do this!) Thus my plan to head down to see the Minx after work was stymied before I'd even left the car park; instead of a fifty minute journey, it was showing an hour and twenty.

Of course, there was no way of knowing whether this was going to get better or worse or when, so I decided to go home, do a few chores, and then head down when the traffic had cleared. But after a couple of hours it was actually a bit worse, so I decided to stay at home for the evening. 

I didn't have anything particularly pressing to do so I ended up in the music room and played guitar for a little while and then I moved over to my desk and opened up my great, neglected novel. I re-read what I've written so far, reviewed my notes, and had a little tinker with it and ended up feeling (whisper it) a renewed sense of purpose. 

So, sad though I was not to see the Minx, actually I had a pretty good evening, which I finished off with a read in bed, enjoying the illumination from this salt lamp, which Izzy gave me for Fathers' Day, this year.

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Batteries in scales have died
Reading: 'The Gallows Pole' by Benjamin Myers