A threat of things to come

I'm currently re-reading the Iain M Banks Culture novels - one of my favourite in jokes is the names of the sentient ships in the books, one of which came to mind on this mornings early dog walk.
As it was the rain never really materialised & and it was a day full of promise - a very productive planning meeting for moving my personal climbing forward (coaches just love pointing out to other coaches "well you know this really..."), a date for the pre-surgery tests (gulp), bookings coming in for the AGM and the tender process has now received the minimum number of replies it needed to validate itself - so all in all a good end to the working week (not that I work to any real sort o pattern or timetable lol!)