A drizzly day at the top of the valleys. You were there to deposit the hardcopy project manual, in its hefty ringbinder, onto a desk where it was not apparently particularly welcome. Then to attend a grimly hey-ho forum involving 70 or so senior people directed by the commissioner of that same report, in whom you do not feel confidence. You kept your head down. Senior bods from other branches of the department were welcoming and encouraging for your start tomorrow.
Home via Argos and an electronic keyboard present for N’s party on Saturday.
Waking. On a train.
Quiet. Still. A wall outside…Eh?