Venetian

Somewhat restricted in my choices of blip, as there are strict rules in place governing what I can make public from the dig.
Nothing terribly interesting to see, anyway, I'm afraid!
The journey in to work was enlivened by Wee M not quite getting the concept of the turning circle of the company van, scraping it against a gate and causing a flat tyre. Ooops.
In fact, both my co-drivers, whether from Edin to B-burn or within the town, are only just qualified and really not very good at driving, yet.
On the motorway, I have to spend most of my time looking out of the side window to avoid involuntary braking movements with my legs or, quite frankly, screaming with fear.
They'll improve, I guess.
If we live...