Steaming

Initially, I was going to post a ranty blip about the horrendous roadworks on the way to work this morning. But I worried that I'd sound as parochial as The Evening News, with their recent "Roadworks Worst in Memory" headline. It even beats the "Man's Hat Blown Off In Strong Wind" exclusive I once saw in a Gloucestershire local paper.

But then, Alan here came round for a meeting, at which point I concluded that a) we may have the central heating set too high, and b) steamed-up glasses are more blipworthy than stationary cars.

Killing time before tonight's band practice, I nipped into the local co-op, where I met young Bella for the first time, with her adult assistants in tow. Although I had my camera in my pocket, she had that look that says "not another photograh..."