Trapped.

It's done it again. There are Sport Relief pools on mainland that are open on Sunday. How many ferries are there between Sanday and Mainland on a Sunday? That'll be just the one. How many planes? That'll be just the one. At different times to allow for time in Kirkwall? That'll be a no. Pants!

Tried to swim at the Sanday pool today, but there wasn't the room for a lane each. I don't like kicking people. It doesn't sit well with my pacifism. Managed to go Banzai! in the last five minutes when it thinned out a bit, but all that does is leaves me too knackered to bend down to tie my shoelaces in the corridor outside the changing room. It's a wonder I manage to get to the car without tripping over them, even with taking exaggerated, elongated 'Ministry of Silly Walks' strides.

Well, it's that time again. Half an hour before midnight and no picture taken. Here's a paperweight. I think there's a guy inside it, taking a picture of me taking a picture of it. Spooky!