Scrambled

Once a month I attend a very long meeting, where I have to be on my toes from beginning to end. At the end of it, I am often mentally very tired. And so it has proved today. 

Very late afternoon I went for a short walk from the office to clear my head, and rang J to suggest an after work pizza. So that's what we did.

The digital ticker tape at Media City is reflected on the Studio building which sits at 90 degrees to it, creating some interesting patterns. I am not adept at mirror writing or reading, but even I can spot a reference to a major golf tournament which has commenced this week. One of the sporting signs of early spring, like Saturday's Grand National.