Living In A Box

This afternoon my team at
work moved down to the
third floor and we started
"hot desking". All this
means is that you don't
have a fixed desk and you
have to put all your stuff
in a plastic box every night.
It feels rather depressing
as you spend so many hours
in the office, I feel the need
to have my own wee bit of
private space. A desk and
chair to call my own.

After work myself and C went
out to dinner at The Ship On
The Shore with C's cousin,
auntie A and husband.
The picture is of The Shore
in Leith.

I had the salmon which was
excellent.

Just arrived back home and
having some tea.