Urban camouflage

I ended up in a favourite bar of mine at 4.30, trying to do a work meeting. No good. It was a day of technical problems - TSM had it particularly bad. Something in the air I reckon. At least this cat kept me entertained with his purr-kour. Cool little fella. 

I had met an old friend earlier and we went to see the Paula Rego exhibition at Tate Britain. Striking artworks, not comfortable viewing. Everything from dictatorships to female genital mutilation. Art to admire and think about rather than to put on the living room wall. 

Today was an odd mixture. Tomorrow is Van Gogh. Wednesday is work. Thursday will hopefully be special.