Against the Wall

A bit of an anti-photo. The day started badly as I realised I'd lost my iPod getting off the bus (old it may have been, but it was much loved). Then Taffy was frogmarched off the premises to be shot in the woods somewhere and it went downhill - I endured back to back meetings and my frustration level simmered just below boiling - about the same temperature as the bloody office. Out to maw's to help her with an insurance claim to discover that she'd already got a local bloke in to do the job for 500 squid. Oh well, at least the Egyptians have the right idea kicking off a movement for democratic change on Burns Night. Ever the optimist, I'm sure it'll all end in tears as well.