Dismal

Spent the morning in the office, toiling away at the email queue. The Water of Leith was looking particularly unexciting when I got back to the Shore - even the mallards were bored.

Heard the results of my lovely brother's post mortem and also that his funeral can't be till the week beginning 5th Oct.

As our old friend Bob Copper used to say, I am prostrate with dismal.