Smoko for the smokers

During my morning break I wandered down a short dead end street near work. I've never been down it before but I'll be back.

The guys in the photo couldn't tell me about the bench they're sitting on, other than "it's always been here and one day the sofa arrived". They work across the road and come here because they smoke.

I'm enjoying work and it's good to be focused and occupied. I'm tired though, I woke up on the after work bus with my book at a strange angle and my head gently nodding. I can only imagine what it looked like from behind ;-)

Today's gratitude: For deciding to bake a birthday cake to take to work tomorrow. It felt right and good to do.