Skyline and bobble hat

I could have sworn there wasn't a whisper of a breeze this morning when I drove the kids into school and yet a short while later I was stood up on the bike trying to peddle my way downhill into a gale.

Suitably knackered there was some invoicing done, some more work on the conundrum presentation completed and then I hopped on the bus to talk about new ventures, fallen friends and bright futures before home for malaysian curry, white wine and chat.

I listened to Desert Island Discs on the bus. Terry Leahy on the way in and Julie Burchill on the way back. Worth remembering that the journey lasts a perfect length for an episode. Terry was inspiring, Julie was scary.