ATM

I was busy all morning, but without much enthusiasm after waking up with the dawn chorus. That is pretty damned early at this latitude in May. Before 5am, for sure. 

It was all routine and uninteresting domestic drudge. 

I had some plans for the second half of the day, which included meeting my goal of 30 minutes moderate exercise to attack the glucose problem. Sadly, I have fallen at the first hurdle. My aging digestive system had other ideas, and I had to stay close to the toilet. 

Hopefully it is something I ate, and not the start of Something Sinister. 

I got my Blip at the ATM. Perceptive Blippers will notice that this is not a bank, but a palace. Falkland Palace is across the street from the bank.