Bricking It

A glorious day in Porty, a time to go out, get some fresh air, stroll along the prom, maybe have a 99 (oh sorry, I'm on the wagon - make it a light salad).

However I have so much work to do it's piling up at work, home, the car, in fact anywhere I stop for half an hour. I'm someone who needs to see the wire glinting in the sunlight before I'll start to panic, but this time it may be too late.

Deadlines, deadlines everywhere. Oh heck.