It's phinally Phriday

A frustrating morning, after which I discovered two new functions in Excel that let me replace twelve increasingly complicated "helper" columns with just one. My brain had had enough by then so I had a lazy lunch and read my book for ages, then got my second wind and worked through until not quite finishing time, at which point I gave up and finished.

Once the on-off-on-off rain had sort of gone off I got togged up for the not very June-like temperatures, and headed over to Mum and Dad's for some quick housekeeping, then went to get some food from the supermarket.  It's the middle of June and I'm riding in Goretex winter gloves.

This phone box I passed on the way home is in pretty good condition, although the spring on the door was so strong I had to pull very hard on it and could barely keep it open to photograph the interior.  Like many of its type it still has the old vinyl graphics but they are faded and a bit tatty.  But the phone is still there, ready for those collect-calls to nearests (or furthests) and dearests!

What I didn't notice at the time but is clear now is the concrete plinth it sits on.  When I rode east from Auchtermuchty on the A91, a K6 telephone box I was looking for turned out to have gone, but its concrete base was still there.  And, indeed, while this road junction has been remodelled and narrowed over the decades, there was a 'telephone call box' in this KX100's location all the way back in the 1940s.