The sunshine lured me down to the river for a post-work walk yesterday, fuelled by out of date Nairn's chocolate chip oat biscuits and Grimes. I'm still on a Grimes kick, and it cannot be helped.
Some days I wish I lived closer to work, so I could walk all the way home rather than just the couple of miles to the next village, or the few more to the town after that.
I did earn myself some genius points, though, by doing that thing where you get on the bus and ask for a single to <insert destination>. And the bus driver looks at you in a confused manner, hesitating as he thinks things through (because <insert destination> is an unfrequented stop, neither here nor there, just somewhere in the middle) before informing you that he's going the other way.
I blame the out of date biscuits.