It’s car tax time. Another year, another payment, another disc to put on the car. That was my morning, sitting in the DVLA with number #184. Sitting and waiting, and sitting and waiting – for about 65 minutes, only to be told when I got to the counter I could have gone and paid this at the post office.

There’s a lesson there somewhere.

Glasgow has definitely passed into autumn, with leaves on the ground, windy streets, lots of scarves and almost a feeling of urgency in the shopping malls. I don’t know why that is, perhaps people having seen the note about 13 weeks till christmas are out and about taking advantage of the sales that are on now….
Perhaps if my head would stop thumping I’d care….