Back to London

To London feeling subdued and cold. Listening to the excellent Midnight's Children, and working a little on poetry. The train late as usual. First Capital Connect deserve to be flogged. Every day the train is late and there is nothing you can do about it other than simply suck it up. Slunk off at lunchtime with First Matie to score some species of sandwich, and have a chat. Otherwise spent the day shaping some technical website copy about cat and dog treatments for bacterial infections. Felt like I was clock watching all day, partly because I felt rough, and partly because the work was short on laughs.

Slow journey home in the dark. Talking to Mum as I walked home from the station. She'd returned after many adventures with Jana. She'd had a brilliant time, walking in forests, drinking exotic boozes in Prague and attending the opera.

Lorraine had been working in a half-term unheated school all day. Both pleased to be home, revelling in the  simple joys of a pasta bake and the gold sofa.