Parking

A day alternating between working and rushing about - with an strong suspicion that I'm harbouring a bug of the scratchy throat and running-a-slight-temperature variety. Harrumble!

In spite of that I managed to cook a particularly fine toad-in-the-hole for tea, though I say so myself, but decided against attempting to blip it. Hence I'm left with a glimpse of the car park at the end of Ocean Terminal which gave me the impression of having a large ship parked in it. Maybe I was a bit feverish.