All Seeing Eye

When I left this morning, Mrs S was in her happy place, writing her psychopath drama in bed. Our very own wee psychopath was on guard.

I headed off for a lengthy and productive Skype call with folk in France and America. Back home to write it all up and work out what to do next.

I sometimes like a bit of Brian Eno on in the background when I'm working, Mrs S walked in to the room and said "shush, the radiators are making a weird noise". I had to explain..