On the seventh day, he rested.....

....well, he didn't really. He went to work to finish off some bits and bobs needed by a friend and colleague tomorrow. On the way he looked up at the cracking blue sky and felt alive and content (not feelings usually associated with a walk to work).

He stopped in Rutland Square to marvel at the big slab glass building wedged between the classic Georgian sandstone buildings, and wondered how the cooncil get away with allowing planning monsters like this, but then he swallowed his pride and used it as a blip opportunity to reflect the sky.

At work, he mainly did worky things with a little bit of blipping too, and then he prepared to meet Mrs Scobes and Owen for Sunday lunch.

All in all, he felt quite rested and thoughts turned to the Haggis onslaught tonight.