This, too, shall pass

A funny old day.

So good to be helping with a workshop for S6 students on presentation skills. It's tiring being on your feet all day, as many of you are far more aware than I am.

But the shenanigans of distant McColleages drives me a little spare.

Then the wrestling with the bike. Completely un-necessary, but can't decide of that's down to poor design or poor installation.

Home to a full house, and a lovely-looking dinner. But I wasn't ready for it.

Frustrated, annoyed at being frustrated. Annoyed at not just sucking it up and getting on with it.

8:30 and dinner calls. This cucumber might be dinner.

But first to do some dishes and speak with my Father. He knows. He loves. He puts straight.

Interestingly, cucumber is packed with seeds. With potential. For a few of those seeds to reach their potential, many of them must fail.

This, too, shall pass.