Blackfriars Street

A week in the office beckons; but like Newton's Third Law the equal but opposite reaction is a week off (probably in Orkney) next week.

But with Cigs thin on the ground, lunchtime was a search for a blip to go elsewhere. Cigs came much later in the day; after a 7pm finish, a couple of things from the shop, and eventually dinner in town(unplanned; well unplanned for me anyway).

Which all meant I was Cigless as I headed home sometime after 9. Which is how I found meself here.

As I'm waiting for a passing taxi or three to come past and leave light trails across the shot, this couple appeared, from the boozer (the Munter? Maestro? Mitre?) and had an animated discussion in front of her flat door.

White pen sans date (2014, I'd say) and the ubiquitous Deli in close attendance too. And nicely blurred (not in an Alex James / Damon Allbran / Graham Coxon / the drummer style)