Into work. A perfect cycling day ergo stuck inside staring at a laptop. With added music supplied by Toots and the Maytals to drown out the white noise.

A brief foray at lunchtime to chum her home from a team meeting...still readjusting to the wide open spaces ...agoraphobia, anyone? 

And after more toil an end of week pint with various reprobates (and Mr Smith) in the Black Cat. Welcome to the weekend.

A jovial 90 minutes of extending middle digits and pish ( just like Morton Hearts the Binos the Toon delete as appropriate) then it was off for a chilli and mourning Her recently departed uncle and the attendant introspection that follows.