A day pf making time; up and in by 8; and there I stayed until nearly 7. Not much of note; but serious industry and general underwhelmingness that underpins much of the office environment eg the personal appeal for the more than 75% of my co workers who have yet to complete the staff survey which turns out not to be personal; it's been copied and pasted by several senior managers and passed off as their own. And you wonder why we don't engage with you? We're not fucking stupid, you know....

A head wind to Porty and meet  Barry and Logan; an hour or so of a wander up towards the Seafield end of Porty before I enjoyed the tail wind home and in at 9; bath, dinner (same as last night's fish / caper olive / tomato / coriander / garlic / lime thing), washing on and my brain ceased to work somewhere during the catch up of the final episode of the Dauphine.