Bus took 45 minutes, missed a train, next one 30 minutes late. Anger.

Finally got to work, busyish morning, lots of boxes fell on my head (my own fault), visit from Yas.

Home to dinner à la Graham, a bottle of cider, and the first 2 episodes of The Killing. I think it's safe to say we're all hooked already.




(Classic weird one-year-ago-blip-coincidence = Sarah Lund jumper)