Whatever that means
And so to Glasgow (again).
The train station is 13 minutes away by bike. Turns out it’s about a freezing fucking hour away by bus.
But good in Glasgow and back to work for more work. Home, a bit of waiting, reading stories and then off out on the bike for a quick ten miles and a walk to the pub.
Thursday done. But it could really do with a swan being photoshopped in. Every photo need swan.