Fog

We drive to Straiton to buy food for the weekend. I drop Claire at The Canny Man’s and head for Waverley, where Simply FixIT refuses to give me a refund for the replacement charger that also failed to work. Instead, I have to email head office ;(

I treat myself to a single fish, a can of whisky and cola, and a viewing of Emma - not a film that I wanted to see, but quite amusing.

I’m late to collect Claire from Donaldson Crescent. She’s tired as a newt and angry to boot. We drive home in silence, through thick fog that clears the closer we get to home.