Praqma deliver

First stop is at a petrol station on the way to the bridge to pay for unpaid fuel. Apparently we drove away without paying for it at the beginning of August. Oops.

I get to work uncomfortably early and catch up on a week’s worth of emails. The day is crammed with meetings. And then it’s time to go home.

Where my 3rd Praqma knife is waiting. It’s a gift they give to each conference speaker, but the last time I spoke they had run out. The first is in the bothy, the second went with Megan, and this one is destined for Angus. They’re gorgeous Damascus steel utensils - each one a work of art.