I have half an hour left until I get to switch my computer off, climb aboard my trusty bicycle, and pedal my way back towards town. I'm already wondering what ass-hattery will be thrown at me during the journey - this morning was the third in a row where cars have pulled out in front of me with no indication what-so-ever regarding what they were about to do. Apparently I'm invisible.
It's heading towards 3pm on Saturday afternoon, and I'm holed up in the junk room, listening to Spotify, writing this while the rain falls outside. In the spirit of "finding something to do", I thought it might be interesting to record the story of how my posts get from the keyboard to the internet -… Continue reading Saturday Afternoon