Time out on the gravel heap

When I got home at the end of the afternoon I couldn't help noticing the workies who are currently gutting the office building on the corner to make it into a wee supermarket. Usually they scurry about in a purposeful manner, but there they were, just flopped out on their heap of useful gravel smoking a fag or two. Their slightly ethereal appearance is due to the intervening out-of-focus foliage.

Then I realised I'd left my USB flash drive stuck in the computer in the office so had to go all the way back during rush hour grid-lock to retrieve it. So it turned out that this was the only photo I took today.