Washing

We're all exhausted. The washing machine runs endlessly and there's a continuous stream of clothes for the drying line.

Angus is supposed to be revising for an exam on Monday, but decides to accompany the rest of us to an afternoon showing of Our Kind of Traitor at the Dominion. It's far too nice a day to waste indoors, but there you are.

For tea Angus cooks baked sea bass and fried potatoes. Pudding is chocolate brownies and custard. I seem to have lost weight during the conference, so a bit of home cooking should see me right.