how come it's Sunday already?

how come it's Sunday night already?

feeling a bit disgruntled and robbed... my weekend, sucked into a vortex of quarantined children and a pile of work that has been evil eyeing me from over the other side of the room all day. Best ignore a bit longer is always my tactic. So...

managed a walk to relax fully immerse myself in guilt ridden thoughts of a whole bunch of other stuff that I should be doing, when I was distracted momentarily by a cordoned off street: the detritus of another Saturday night extravaganza*, it would seem. Weekend violence/weekday violence/everyday violence etc.

This place brought me a bit of calm. It is close to home: a vast, derelict roofless shell of which this room is just the beginning. The site goes on for some hundreds of meters and as far as I can tell the idea was to turn it all into housing 'A Luxury Village in the City' (??!!) until the master-plan went bad (good?)...

Ok, no more procrastination - the 'bit longer' is up


*hell yeah