Laundry fire.

This is on Montrose Terrace.

I can't remember not owning a washing machine, but it now turns out that a whole bunch of my friends have problems because this is their laundrette and it is closed because of a fire in one of the dryers.

Don't worry the fire is out. That yellow glow is the reflection of the sunset.

Was at the bookshop this morning. I had a plan to tidy up some of the duplicate books. Did I get a chance? No. There were four suitcases of books newly contributed. So I sorted and shelved them instead. Ah well. Next week.