On a bridge to nowhere

Drove Mrs Smith to the train station in Sunny Dunny. Which, as the Blip rules stipulate, means you must stop and take a photo of the bridge before you leave Dunbar.

Home to the empty nest which means just me and the dogs for the next few days. As it’s been such a lovely day I could leave the door open into the garden which meant video call interruptions were reduced.

I’ve wilted under pressure and will need to go into the office for the first time in eighteen months tomorrow so that’ll be an adventure.