Blurred Lines

After work I headed off to catch up with the son. Inconclusive as ever. A start perhaps, but that's maybe something best judged in retrospect. I say headed up but In fact first nosed into the Western's minor injuries unit. Someone else had nosed into something else earlier.

Then there was exciting news. The weave was allowed out for 2-3 units of alcohol! Off on the bike I shot. Just in time to enter the howff and see his team being relegated. Relegated by their nearest rivals too. Led by their nemesis, Big Sam. It was like a Greek tragedy. That's what I thought as I cycled home. I'm sure it wasn't that much of a blur.