A bit gnarly

The start of the day was brought down by some driver in a VWGolf passing me by inches as I cycled to work. When he stopped at the lights I asked if maybe a bit more space would have been better. His response was 'I'll f**kin' run you over and f**kin' kill you next time, you c***'. Ho-hum, Let's hope he gets out the other side of the bed tomorrow.

Wee walk at lunchtime to the second book shops at Canonmills, found an old 1913 version of the Hills of Home, a book containing the Pentland Essays by RLS, very tempted but managed to get away without buying.

Last day of the school holidays, back to school for A and back to nursery for R. It has been a good time but it will be nice to get back to the routine of it all.