Bonkers

It was all the fault of the electrician, the joiner and a headache. The last of these was actually more like a migraine - only the second I've ever suffered in my life, so properly terrifying at the visual disturbance stage and then tiresome and unpleasant and leaving me with a craving to get out for some fresh air. But by the time the electrician had brought the light fitting we'd ordered some weeks ago, had decided it was too heavy for the feeble fitting of its predecessor and had sent for a joiner it was already time we were out of the door. And then the joiner had to lift the carpet on the landing above the light, pull up a floorboard or two, remove half a ton of rubble (deadening, and the reason our WiFi needed boosting downstairs), put in a new beam to support the light and put it all back together again; the electrician could then put the light up and sweep up the plaster on the floor and sail out triumphantly - and that was that. It was 4pm.

So the photo was taken at 5pm. We'd been walking around in the dark of Benmore Gardens for some 40 minutes, with one head torch and another small hand-held one, walking there because we weren't going to be run down by some unsuspecting car nor stifled with the fumes from the Dunoon rush hour - because I still had that lurking headache. By the time we'd negotiated the slush that was still lying quite thickly in places, even in the rain that was falling steadily by now, it was properly dark. But the lights were on in the offices behind the garden wall, and this is them, shining in the fog that was forming over the chilly garden, lighting ever so faintly the gate on the right. 

It sums it all up - the madness of our country walking into the dark, the headache of Brexit, the fog that seems to engulf the workings of the UK Government, the slippery slope the UK is embarked on. 

That's my story anyway.