Fat chip

After a start time confusion got sorted, my workshop went swimmingly. I've still got my keynote for tomorrow morning to polish and I realised that the new session that I thought was for Saturday is actually tomorrow morning too.

I get an hour of slide work done before it's time to head off for dinner. Kevlin and I rescue a flooring French traveller on the Duke Street bridge. It's raining, he can't get into his girlfriends halls of residence, his phone is out of charge, the girlfriends mobile number that he had scribbled on a damp paper bag has a digit missing. Woe.

He connects with her on Messenger using my phone and we leave him. He didn't sign out though, so I'm surprised to receive a call from his friend an hour later asking where he is. I can't help. I hope they found each other, but I'll never know - I logged out of the account.

We're eating at The Library and it's quite jolly. Lots of friends from ACCU to catch up with and good food too. I have salad and salmon, but snaffle this single chip from a neighbour. It looks better than it tasted.

Early to bed. I have a lot to do tomorrow morning.