Whatever that means
Haircut day. Ellen uses it as an excuse to try out things. French pleats last time, some kind of a bun today.
Otherwise some work and a disappointing visit to Halfords who sold me some fecking useless footpads for roof bars and then didn’t have a proper replacement. Sorry, sure but sorry doesn’t carry a bike or get me to Kirkcaldy.
But the Glaswegians are here. Beer? Don’t mind if I do.