Fruitmarket

Monday in the office; depressing to see such incompetence and indifference in the workplace.

Still, light relief in the form of bed fixing, Jim Lambie part 4 and a sneaky Cigs tag at lunchtime.

Quiet (she was out to lunch, literally) but spoke later;

Sped home; and met by a left field plan to usurp the October holiday; so a tiring and fraught evening of claim and counter claim. Not done yet, but definitely winning.

And so I find myself at gone midnight with a glass of sloe gin on the rocks; head a little melted.....