Whatever that means
Having had yesterday off, I went to work today with some trepidation and sure enough, like the leaves on the line or the wrong kind of snow, at the first hint of trouble, the transport network did its usual. I went out to get the 0805 bus and it turned up on time. The 0835 train from Dunfermline Town was on time and not unduly busy. I got a seat and the train arrived at Haymarket on schedule.
Further chaos ensued on the way home. The 1720 from Waverley was sitting room only and left right on time, making good progress to all scheduled stops and arrived back at Dunfermline Town at 1802. I shudder to think what will happen tomorrow.
In other dramas, the bacon is coming along well. After 24 hours in the fridge, the tray was full of fluid extracted by the salt and the flesh had turned very firm. I gave it a wee scoosh under the tap and applied another layer of the cure and put it back. This is nearly as exciting as making beer. Or waiting for your first loaf to come out of the oven.
Now I need to get back to making up the Christmas quiz for Thursday.