… which makes me a happy squid.


Narrowly avoided disaster with the one that completed the tenth grid, in that while I was groping round the back of a sign for it I knocked it off into a railed-off, shallow pit full of mucky water, litter and fag butts. Thankfully I was able to get round the railings to get in there after it, I found it quickly, and no-one paid me any attention while I was doing so. Which was lucky, given that it was mid-morning in the middle of Birmingham.

I put it back very, very carefully.