Deliverance.

For the last couple of months after buggering up my neck (or Gregory as we Cockernees say) I got the bus to work and caught up with blip on the journey. Now I'm back on the bike which feels good but means there doesn't seem to be enough time in the day while I'm awake to correspond or post.
Excuses excuses excuses.
At least we won and blip seems to be saved.

This delivery driver was great, he seemed to have no teeth but was chewing something like khat (or possibly Wriggleys) constantly and talking to himself in a very high pitched voice. At one point I thought an irate woman was having a go at us for plonking about a kilometre of timber on the pavement, but saw it was just coming from our friend here. He appeared very happy in his world.