Sentimental slush?

Better slush than snow I suppose. The weather is fine by the way with no sign of wintery weather. I just felt really cold when I woke up at 2:43am. I didn't get up, you'll be pleased to know. I went to the bathroom, read some Wilbur Smith for half an hour and then dozed off again.

It was a beautiful day weather-wise. It was a tragedy to have to work. Mom went out to the hairdresser at 9. I'm ashamed and horrified to say that my eyes went all heavy for a few seconds mid morning and it was only the loud protesting 'BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP!!!!!!' from my keyboard with my head leaning on it that woke me up.

A man from the Contact Centre in Solihull phoned me an hour later asking where Ayr was as he'd seen my details from an email I'd sent him earlier. We had a nice conversation about life in general after that, I told him I'd delay setting up his new person until he rang me again and I promised to send him a post card.

I sorted out a new bit of code to sort out balances and will finish that tomorrow. That was it really.

I might replace today's picture with a sunset if I can catch one a bit later as it's looking promising. This one is looking from the beach up to the Heads of Ayr. The Isle of Arran was to the right quite visible today but is out of shot.

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Track? Here is the sentimental slush I heard on the radio while I was in the shower. I do love Don McLean though and have seen him several times - And I Love You So