To Glasgow

Meeting with fine people to discuss technical number worrying but jeez it was boiling. My half-hearted attempt a looking presentable had descended into dishevelled by the time I got to Haymarket and not long after I stepped out of Queen Street I decided that a taxi was probably wise.

After that, more shopping. The missus turns 40 tomorrow so nice things had to be found. A few snaps were snapped on the move before I put myself back on the train.

A nice tasting of MrSmith's beer in his new office. Aye, a special brew.