Broughton Street Lane (self evident, really...)

So there it was. All done. Completed.

I phoned her, mid afternoon. All emotional, slightly teary. It's done; the end of an era. 652 and done. We chatted about it for oh fully 3 minutes and I drove off, and back to work; smiling mostly.

So later I am cycling up Broughton Street as I do at least 3 or 4 times a week and out of the corner of my eye, I see the merest hint of a flicker of white paint and with no thought for my safety, I veered off left through the traffic and jumped onto the pavement, and back for a look.

And sure enough; there it is. Right next to this one - there's no way I could have missed this until now. So it's got to be new, even though it's dated 14. Is he having a laugh? Putting up one here and one there; places I am likely to pass? So that there is no end? Have I become a puppet?

I get back on the bike; and head up to hers; pour a glass of wine, boot up the laptop and I see ambioran has posted on a Cigspost. That he's found another one...

So from done, to nearly done in about half an hour....

After a truly wonderful curry, another glass or two of red, and a slightly fragmented choc meringue roulade (with added ice cream), I finally wove my way home slightly later than I should have been considering its a school night (and I'm in the office tomorrow-eeep!). The gnawing nagging couldn't be ignored, so I stopped, 15 second shutter speed and did it.
Thankfully tomorrow morning I have an appointment not more half a mile from the sighting of ambioran, so by Friday...??