It wasn't me.

A day of birth-days and death. Brothers 40th in Boston-had a nice cross Atlantic moment when my workshop sang happy birthday to him whilst he was taking the register in his class at school in Boston.
Then cake for Ramon s birthday.
Themn a very interesting staff meeting on ageing and dieing.
Then on the way home a squirrel gambled with its life and a micra on Ferry Road. Man it was tense and so close - it the shapes I didn't know a squirrel could to get to that tree. It's decisions and moves paid off. Not so for this fella on the cycle path. Although I was a bit slow and shaky on my bike I was not the guilty party. After tonights topic I moved it to the side so it would have a more dignified end.