Snow on the tracks

1. A truly woeful start but I rescue it, I think. The meeting I've been waiting on for ages can't happen. I get skyped. Not in a good way.

2. A little snow lingers here but in Edinburgh it's full on winter. I've forgotten my hat.

3. After a good meeting at the Traverse another snowy walk bac to the station. On the way a white van soaks me then my train is late. The snow tears through the building site that is Haymarket. With no hat.

4. In Dundee the sunshines and sets on the way home. A stripped bare supermarket provides a feast of thai style broth and noodles.

5. Turns out when days go wrong from the start, the sun will set, a broth gives comfort and it ends.