Murrayburn Road

A busy day out; knocking on doors, taking notes, writing reports - and - oh - my favourite bit? The guy who signed a declaration that was proven to be untrue phoned up to have a go at me. Er - pal - you lied! How's that my fault...? Away and look in the mirror if you want to find fault.

Tea with Mrs P as I collected cards, lunch (soup! broccoli / stilton / spinach - tasty!) and 54 miles within the confines of the city.

Still, as night fall my last job of the day was to nab this rather soggy looking wall with a black painted Cigs (undated) before I wandered off home in the darkness (It was only about half past three.....)