Moving

I've moved desks, and now I have a view. It's always a bit traumatic, moving, I am amazed at the quantity of junk I manage to amass. Pony club tonight, so I might change this for something more picturesque, if I survive.

The view was better before the large grey and orange slab arrived - it's temporary accommodation for workers who are doing something technical at the oil terminal, but it won't be there forever.