Quiet Sunday -- still feeling somewhat underpowered. Matty Boy and me finally caught up with one another, and had a couple of glasses of hoppy goodness together in the Battle of Trafalgar and then to the Eddy for a roast beef lunch. He was looking quite hip and sharp I thought and wandered about my abode making approving noises.

Then in the afternoon did little or nothing other than buy containers. One for spaghetti, the other to put rubbish in.

Spoke to the Boy Toby today and really pleased to hear that he's much happier about work and excited about the new house.

Chatted too with MJ again today about evil clowns. Now it seems really odd that we never talked in four or five years.