It’s still before 10am, and already I’ve had to put on my most soothing classical music playlist, *and* stress-ate a small cake-based treat. Some people are here to test us.
One reason I prefer taking the train when travelling within Scotland is because it can be almost insufferably pretty
Disappointed and a bit angry to find someone had drawn swastikas and celtic cross in the morning condesation on my bus stop this morning. Even though it wasn’t a permenant defacement and would’ve vanished in a couple of hours, I scrubbed that shit out as soon as I spotted it.
I wouldn’t have had time to see it if I hadn’t missed my normal bus and had to wait for the next one, so now I’m going to be looking warily at the people getting on the same time as me.