Doris

Train to London, an hour late so we get to the meeting 20 minutes late but all was fine. Getting home was the issue, although not for me. I had a toothbrush and clean pants. Rachel on the other hand is 40 tomorrow so the idea of getting stuck in London  (with me, at a Travelodge near Heathrow) held less appeal. As it turned out, Doris seemed to have less impact than feared. Meeting done, there was time for a beer and peanuts before boarding a flight that was, inexplicably on time.