Old Dalkeith Road

Usual Friday (except for the later start - the previous evening's excitement left the boys in bed a while longer than usual)

Spent the morning shopping and Cigs searching - having passed this twice already this week, I have fear that any day now someone will come and build a Tesco Excuseforashop on it and Cigs '15's mantle masterpiece will be lost to humanity in a gross affront to British public art not unike Rachel Whiteread's House.

Or something.

That done, I obliged with childcare and domesticity thereafter.

White paint, black surround on brick. Double unhappy faces in the dots of the I, but a sneaky smirk down below to lighten the gloom. So it's not all dwallettaesque depair...