Until the Dragon Comes

I spent the morning in Winchcombe, getting my hair cut, and visiting the Folk and Police Museum, which is small but very interesting. We had a friendly conversation with the volunteer manning the desk (a nice lady called Barbara), and I look forward to going back to read some of the folders of detailed information on various aspects of local history.

Then home, to hear the train whistle from steam railway - I'm sure one day it'll get old but at the moment it's still fun to hear.

Other than that, work has been okay this week, as I actually started serving genuine customers. The concentration required to get it right every time is pretty tiring sometimes, but you really do get a wide cross-section of the human race, all with their own stories to tell.