Whew.

Final day's slog on the HIV pitch in London. The work looked good, and everyone pleased. Home at an early 8:30 and Bob waiting for me at the station, having texted tantalising descriptions of cold beer as I travelled. Rather enjoyed Keith's agency this time, although as usual the commuting made me feel astonished that I used to do this journey every day. It exhausts the soul.

Bob and I went for a beer in the Caxton, then into the Lanes where we were met by Lorraine. Ended up having a fairly unpleasant pizza. I felt somewhat tetchy. But despite this, a good time was had by all. Everyone staying at my place, which of course looked like a bomb had hit it, as I've had no time to straighten things out for days. Gratefully boofed into bed.

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