Tuesday

Rosie’s lunchtime walk was the casualty of the day of endless, frankly annoying chat. I’m stuck in the middle of miserable people and frustrated bosses which, as it turns out, makes me both miserable and frustrated. Dinner was a triumph of fridge leftover clearances; presented in the right way, Will will eat practically anything a second and third time round. Then Rosie and I set forth to admire the sunset and socialise with the other evening walkers.