I was supposed to work today but had so much lieu time to take back I managed to wangle a whole weekend off.

We went and had breakfast in the park, then Graham went and did a couple of hours of canvassing.

Back to the park in the afternoon for ice lollies and book-reading under a tree, then I headed to Reading for the night.

It was a triple leaving do so lots of people out, so good to see them all. In the end quite a weird night; a bar is a strange environment to be in when tragic news breaks. Everything got quiet and subdued as the news of London Bridge spread around the room, people huddled round phones. Eventually it got louder again, drinking our Sex on the Beaches more in defiance than celebration.