Underpass

Sheltering from the immaculately timed drizzle heading home tonight, underwhelmed by the quality of the graffiti down in the underpass. I'm sure there's a few spray can wielding creatives around locally that would happily contribute something a bit more imaginative than what Wee Scotty's skooshed over the walls here.

Another hump-day done, another day of feeling done-in. At least I can see light at the end of this tunnel.