London Town

Great Tower Street, actually. A shabby old pit of an office. Though that Pret a couple of doors along isn't so bad.
Back home, to find out quite fortuitously about the son's latest foolishness. My patience is stretched at times. I don't know where he gets it from; I've always been so level headed.
And I finished 'The Long Shadow' which has been chust excellent, so it has. It's left me feeling a bit in need. I'll need to think of what next before the upcoming jaunt to the sun. Man can't live by the Guardian, New Statesman and errr the Lumix photographers guide (wherever I left it) alone, darlings. Suggestions welcome.