Bags of tatties

The night mouse chasing had caught up with me and bed was the place to be this morning so dog walking delegation.

Work was a rememberance of rewriting.

Good lunch with men who do lunch.

Moment of the day at work, quietly working away and a dramatic flem clearing noise came from the bank of desks in front of me. It was loud and I think the flem must have been at the pits of his lungs.
Continued on and an even more dramatic flem clearing activity and the girl facing me had a face like the screaming, I had to hide behind my monitor laughing. It was pretty minging.

Ran home.

Eco son paid us a daytime visit, he was pleasant.

Spare seed tatties put in compost bags, it works.