Full colour grey

It’s raining when I get up. It rains all the way to Glasgow. It’s raining when Matt and I get burritos from the café across the road. It rains all the way to Kinghorn.

It’s still raining while I get milk from ScotMid. By the time I get back to the flat, Claire has been called out on an RNLI shout. Megan and I eat, watch Snowden, and go to bed. Claire is still not back. She’s going to be hungry.