Hawthorn

This morning I drove to the Universal Exports warehouse...or so it felt, with a discreetly named site holding several hundreds of thousands of pounds of valuable antiques..... The job took far less time than anticipated, there being only so long you can stare at a pair of two foot high alabaster statues.

Today also seemed to go incredibly slowly. Maybe it's the pain in my side - you'd think I'd fallen off a cliff and smashed three ribs rather than just carried my bicycle up some steps the way my side is hurting.