busy

A long day, by my current (feeble) standards. I've pledged not to do 12 hour days or 65 hour weeks anymore.

I managed to escape at lunchtime for a bit - had to - an errand to run, and no food in the house.

I also escaped at dinnertime for a bit - had to - no errand as an excuse, but still no food in the house. I couldn't face Tesco at 6:45pm and then coming home to prepare something. (Ed note:- I don't eat processed food.)

The Blip is next to the harbour, where I ate my buffalo burger for lunch. Hardly a photographic masterpiece, but it does show how lovely the sea & sky were.

Pity about all that tarmac...