Gonzalo abates and it’s not bad cycling weather today but sadly I'm on the bus again, as I’m out in Derby tonight.
We have thirteen two-pint containers of milk in our fridge at work but no coffee. Some would say that this is a metaphor for the lack of organisation in our place of work but I’m saying nothing.
After work, I meet up with a couple of old school chums and after the usual few in the Brunswick we have the usual incredibly average food in the local Weatherspoon’s. Problem is, this is Derby on a Tuesday night and we’re not exactly over flowing with viable alternatives.
(Wednesday 22nd October)