Got to dash...

....today was busy with projecty stuff as a goodly number of the demanding people returned to work after their Easter holidays, refreshed and raring to increase my workload. At least they got to take their holidays.

Owen and his school chums were going to Ruth's 12th birthday party after school. It was a pyjama party, so they changed into their jammies, onesies and dressing gowns at the end of the school day and hopped on the bus toward Porty dressed only in their nightwear. An Edinburgh public, jaded by artists from the Fringe and a large student population, took little notice of them.

I needed to be in several places at once after work, but I ended up in Asda with Nancy. It was a pleasent surprise to bump into BB and G. G looked sore, and was searching for a pain killer made by a company called Yellowtail.