We do a pub lunch from work today but nothing dark and interesting is on the bar at the Brunswick.
MD gets his third dogging session in three days. He’s exhausted but then he has to haul himself up out of bed to help us pick Daughter up off the late train which doesn't get in until 00:40. Which is almost my own bedtime. She is in Nottingham for an interview tomorrow at the City Hospital.
(Wednesday 7th September)