On Sunday evening, while Owen was in hospital, Jane and I went out for dinner with Eddie and Rebecca to Toast, a fashionable restaurant at 146 Marchmont Road. The food was great, the company even better.
On the way back to the hospital, at the bottom of Marchmont Crescent Eddie and I spotted this sign:
Peripheral Controlled Zone
Mon – Fri 8.30 am – 5.30 pm.
Luckily it was 8.00 pm on a Sunday evening so the Police couldn’t do a thing about us dragging a huge box of printers, scanners, mice and web cams down the street after us.
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I’m Gareth J M Saunders, 50 years old, 6′ 4″, father of 3 boys (including twins).
Enneagram type FOUR and introvert (INFP), I am a non-stipendiary priest in the Scottish Episcopal Church, I sing with the NYCGB alumni choir, play guitar, play mahjong, write, draw and laugh…
Scrum master at Safeguard Global; latterly at Sky and Vision/Cegedim. Former web architect and agile project manager at the University of St Andrews and previously warden at Agnes Blackadder Hall.
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Laugh out Loud!
Hehe like it! Very geeky but very funny!
Hilarious!
It’s my neck of the woods, the police are hunting down my peripherals :s