I wimped out a bit early on the Saturday night due to being shattered from a week of insufficient sleep. The plan was to get an earlyish night. This would have been so much easier if I hadn't had Harry Potter passed to me by
We reacquainted ourselves with the curry house we visited last time (Stabcon's current location is staggering distance from Manchester's Curry Mile) but avoided the as-seen-on-TV plate of starters that we fell prey to before. There's quite a lot to be said for actually being able to eat your main course when it arrives, rather than poking feebly at it and wishing you'd not pigged out so much on the tikka-ed stuff that had gone before. The only downside was the salt lassi, which was very weak - but hey, the evening was hot and humid (too humid; the plane journey to Manchester was bumpy as all hell) and we were thirsty, so it did the trick.
Driving back down to London was as much fun as usual (within epsilon of none) - we cut across the Peak District, which would have been better if it hadn't been for the hordes of Sunday drivers pottering along at 20 mph and panicking every time another car comes towards them, and then down the M1, which invariably sucks asteroids through capillaries. The bits with roadworks on weren't too bad, it was the long slow slog from J12 on down which was dull, dull, dull.
Friend round to visit on Monday night, very pleasant. Conference call on Tuesday which finally ended months of stress in a fairly positive way. Tuesday also enlivened by
Didn't really achieve a whole lot today (and hey, neither did Tim Henman...) but tomorrow is another day, and so is Friday. And on Saturday we get on a plane for this trip, so expect a post on Wednesday evening raving about that particular mode of transport. And hopefully also raving about how cool