Stevenlaw's Close

A slow burner of a day; nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing. Frantic tying up of loose ends in a frantic finale.

I ended up dropping a Christmas tree (7ft, Nordmann. A fine specimen in my professional opinion. I grew Christmas trees many many lifetimes ago. No. Really.)

The recipients were thrilled. Even though their central heating is fucked. It brightened up their day.

I just got a warm fuzzy glow after my good deed.

Which soon evaporated as I realised I had to find a tag, blip it and then race back to the north shores of Embra and blip the damn thing before ten. In the rain.

Silver pen on metal window bar in black gloss. Dated 13; missed this one as I've been here a few times before (There's still a couple to do from this close)

Continuing the theme of little 'uns.