Sun and moon

A meeting after work took me to deepest Haddington. I kept looking longingly in the rear mirror to see the sun setting in the west and eventually had to screech to a halt and savour it. The crop is so severe it's better undergoing some bigification.

That was the high point of the evening; ennui followed with a two hour dull-fest that caused me eventually to yawn rudely in the speaker's face.

Maybe not to the extent of these ladies, I can't wait to see these chaps back in the sunshine.