I'm back - inspired by Treegonk.
Everything has been going wrong including my car dying because I drove it too hard over the forest tracks on my last job up in up in the north east.
I spent most of today cycling miles across town to the awful road lined with car salerooms staffed by lying men with too much hair gel.
Why are all the salerooms in Edinburgh along this road that cuts the city off from the sea?
All the dogs in the dogs home were howling and all the wires of the saleroom flags were
rattling against the metal posts.
I never want to see another car ever.
(read the notice, if you can...)