Pop

Dragged into meetings all afternoon today.

My brain slowly dimmed, fizzed, and popped out like a duff light bulb.

But tomorrow is Friday.

I did get my arm twisted by a chap at work today about the mystery I alluded to yesterday.

When I told him he asked if Ian Rankin had been round taking notes.

He is sworn to secrecy though.

At least I hope he is.