Ocean Terminal

A mixed day of running about all over town and beyond. The low point was sitting in the car park at IKEA before it was even open, smugly congratulating myself at having got there nice and early, until I realised I'd forgotten my wallet. A quick scrabble about in the car produced £15 in notes and another few quid in loose change, which even at IKEA prices curtailed my intended spending spree. I emerged with a couple of dishtowels, some candles, and a glass bowl called something like DUMBÅS. 

Among the high points was handing in those pesky exam scripts (now all marked), seeing friends, and weeping copiously at The Theory of Everything. Give that man an Oscar.  And as the cinema is down by the docks, there's usually a good boat for a blip at the end of the day.