Tempus fugit

Except that once again it seems my time is not my own.  I managed much less than I wanted at work because a colleague wasn't well and I ended up having to coordinate stuff on their behalf.  I didn't get home till about 7pm, and that was with an early start too, and I couldn't be bothered to prepare anything for tea so had tomorrow's today.  The best thing was blasting home in the fast lane onboard Fidra.

The clock was a present from Mum and Dad a few years ago.  They said it was only meant to be a bit of fun for the mantlepiece mantleshelf mantleplank, but I like it a lot.

I'm still catching up but have now backblipped Monday's tour with BikerBabe.