Whatever that means
Or how about A Midsummer Night’s Dreich.
Had to go into work today to get some things done and to do some corporate socialising after work. The plan had been to work for the morning and then just head off to play and come back later but it was so miserable I just sat at my desk with twitter and the newspapers laughing at Argyll and Bute Council’s fiasco over Never Seconds and banning a kid from taking photos of her school dinners. But at least as a result of the Council’s stupidity, the 9-year-old’s fundraising, which was sitting at £2,000 this morning now has nearly £50,000. Good work.
By the time the quiz and beer had been finished and it was time to head home, I still hadn’t snapped anything. The miserable prospect facing me on Queen Street was the best I could manage.