Omnipresent

Day three of chronic insomnia and day twenty of a cough that would waken the dead. Feeling sorry my poor wee self, moi? Nah. It is what it is.

Fearing that I would fall asleep at the wheel I took the train through to Glasgow to meet a chum. It was a lovely train journey and a good chance to grab some kip there and back. The ubiquitous Clanadonia were outside the Buchanan Galleries. I know they have been blipped thousands of times before but it was quick and easy.

What worried me was that my beloved Lumix was not in my bag and I thought it had been nicked on the train while I was catching up on my beauty sleep (and no doubt dribbling on my neighbour's shoulder). Thankfully I found I had a wee Fujifilm camera in my bag from work so all was not lost. However, the quality of most of the photos I took was rotten as it was incredibly tricky to hold a camera the size and weight of playing card steady while the lead hairy man of the band was glaring at me for not putting any money in his pot.

The Lumix has since been found waiting patiently on my bed. I will be joining it shortly.