Freshly Ground

Quite a usual day at the office, although I did feel as though as I was on another planet half the day, is that a bad thing?

I arranged to meet up with a friend coffee supplier of mine at the Donald Dewar statue on Buchanan St, he was bringing me some of his freshly roasted coffee beans from the excellent shop he works in. I stuffed them in my panniers and was on my way homeward through the cold, dark streets.

Once home, I caught up with my Mum, Dad and Brother before Joni and I demolished a steak pie!