A n o t h e r   office day. In for 7 in an effort to pay back the time shaved off to lounge about in the sun the previous couple of days.

Reader, it was a slog. And I'd like to report I made steady inroads but I fear I've still a lot to more slog to go.

Lunch time was a quick tour of the block before returning to my semi subterranean perch. 
Having plotted Thursday and Monday I went off into the haar and gather up them there lads. Chicken skewers and bulghar wheat was ingested and then an hour of beach football as the evening teetered between great and grey.

The monotone monotony of the fag break