Misty In Roots

Cracking morning watching the fog rolling in and Arthur Seat disappear.

This was taken on the way to work. As I strolled through the Meadows, I heard a strange crying, it was a guy obviously being dumped by his girlfriend at that moment as they walked. This lasted for a bout 2 minutes then as quick as a flash it was aggression and abuse from him. They faced each other in the mist oblivious to the world around them, shouting and swearing, lovely.

Work was a discovery of brilliance.

At work we have double swing doors with a 'No access' sign on the side not to use, well today I was attacked by a door pushed by a lady which smashed my wrists and face, I did well to just calmly point out that was why it had a sign on the door. AAAAAAAAAAHhh.

Home and a great walk with Juno through the woods. The dusk light was superb and the mist starting to drop into the valley pockets.

Out tonight for some adult compnay and chat.