No Time To Blog In The Morning, Too Tired To Blog At Night
The travelling to the new job is taking its toll - as a rule, the mobility impaired should not seek employment on hilltops unserviced by public transport. It's a veritable Trail of Tears through the backwoods of the West of Scotland, 'twixt slagheap and bing.
My apologies if content has been sparse of late, but at the moment Mo and Jo are truanting from my mojo, while my get up and go has got up and went. A few more weeks, and it'll be more settled. Keep reading.