There was a big yin up there

It was another Gran and Granpa day for the girls, E and I headed into work early, the day was not looking promising, the milkman had smashed a bottle outside the drive, and had not cleared it up fully. I the forgot to feed the ducks the bread I brought from the house, there is always tomorrow. But the starting omens came to nothing.

Went out to spend some birthday vouchers in Waterstons and saw Billy Connelly, Never had the courage to ask for a photo. He left a trail of smiles as everyone recognised him as he walked past.

Got a book I read being reviewed here, The Book Thief, An Alan Bissett novel and a book by Hardeep Singh Kihli. So loads of reading material.

Worked late and met E on the way home, and we had a nice cycle home along the canal.