Wasted

EXIF data sufggests that the party went on later than I had originally thought. Which explains the tribe of Arabs camping in my mouth this morning.

After some tidying up it was the long journey home on the train but rather fortunately the train from Horton up to Carlisle was very empty and I made a connection that I shouldn't have been able to make and saved an hour of waiting at Carlisle with the added bonus of catching an Intercity train with plug sockets so I could use the laptop (on the way down there had been no plug sockets on either train).

Very little else other than staring blankly at TV for most of the rest of the day.