Sneaky day

A pretty rubbish week so far, and the run up to Christmas looks hellish with 150 new employees for me to set up (and pay!). So I decided today was my last proper free day for a while.

Dropped the crystal meth cook David off at college and then had a very entertaining walk around the park - I met among others, a 6 foot hotdog, a medieval monk, a very brave young man in lederhosen, a 50s spiv, Scott Tracy, 3 hairy legged cheer leaders and a female Rambo. No other Walter Whites though! Neither did I see the Jamaican bobsleigh team, complete with bobsleigh, who I am assured by David will be in college today. Great fun watching them all self consciously walk to college giggling.

Then I did the Christmas shopping. I was like a woman possessed. Well, I was after I recovered from driving up the out ramp in the car park - thought I'd sneak through at the top but found another driver had tried to do the same and had grounded their car! Who puts the in ramp on the right??? So I had to reverse back onto the main road and the wrong way down a one way street for a bit. Compared to the time I got stuck on Briggate (which is pedestrianised) in my car, it wasn't so bad.

I had the best Eggs Benedict EVER in Harvey Nichols whilst pretending to be posh, and then I shopped. I was in a good mood until I got home to a gazlillion emails. Oh well, back to reality.

The shot is The Victoria Quarter - I think it begs to be black and white-i-fied, but I've done that before so here's the mono and here's another showing the Christmas decorations.

Song here for no reason other than it is fab.