Back to Tavistock

Poor night's sleep, but up and off to Tavistock Square. Tinkering with advertising copy for Sophie on the train. Then into see my friends at the agency. Sat next to Pat and working on copy for the digital department about the rollout of an app. Pulses not thrumming, but it was nice to see everyone and good for the besieged Kenny coffers. Sloped out at lunch with Katie, in drenching rain.

Interminable seeming journey home. However once back I skipped Niles Crane-like to the decanter, whereupon I poured two thimble sized glasses of PX (Pedro Ximénez) sherry for Lorraine and me. Lorraine had written down our description of it in a special book earlier in the week. We got prunes, figs, raisins, and notes of liquorice. Delicious.

And so, early, to bed.