Polythene castle

A deafening, tearing, flapping sound. Four storeys of plastic-wrapped scaffolding going mad in the Siberian winds.

God it's cold on my bicycle.

Just had the longest day talking to waste contractors, deciphering dense and incomprehensible planning applications and eating too many fruit shortbread rounds whilst learning about the inner workings of primary school budgetry hygiene.

Made sure to buy several long bottles of beer on the way back. Need to recalibrate.