Chitting chat

Blue sky washed over us as Hannah and I had a lunchtime cycle to the post office. We observed the archaeological/demolition site that has appeared next to our office, revealing some medieval ruins underneath one of the university buildings. We bumped into a colleague and discussed allotments and the chitting of potatoes.

We were oh so very Cambridge this lunchtime.

In other news I mistakenly used a clipper setting much too short and am sporting facial hair sparser than I've sported for a good few years. I also feel like a potato. Although one that looks less weather beaten than it did last week.