I'm waiting for a meeting, I'm not sure when he'll come (sounds like it ought to have a tune with it, maybe something a bit music hall). And DAMN I'm a bit tired. I was having this odd dream this morning about people selling cut flowers out of the back of a yacht, "I can always trust her flowers because she's, you know, got the feel for it..." and then I woke up, a full hour before I needed to, annoying. The entire day I've had an odd-looking deep red rose with single petals and a rich golden centre stuck in my head. One of her specialities.
Nice weather this weekend, wasn't it? Perfect for flying pterodactyls: