Well, well, well

I don't recall waking up and driving through heavy sleet in May before; like this blipper I know who's to blame.

I am leading a nomadic life at the moment where I go to work then go on to an event before staggering home late and tired (and too brain dead to comment on your blips, sorry). Not sure how long I can keep it up. Tonight was book club, which involved celeriac lasagne and rhubarb mousse, along with a fleeting but positive review of The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo.

Prior to all this literary chat and healthy cuisine, I found myself in this rather interesting communal stairwell as I delivered an important package for a work project. I'm not sure if I like it, but I suppose it beats a scabby notice hung on someone's door handle telling them it's their turn to mop the stairs.