Lunch

Lucky bunnies. That’s not just any oak leaf lettuce, that’s organic, hand-sown, overwintered French oak leaf lettuce.

Busy work day. Clients helped with keeping my mind off Westminster by wilfully pulling deadlines forward. Perhaps they were confused by the clocks changing. My to do list for tomorrow is, however, marginally shorter than today.

Long chat over dinner about reasons for prison, prompted by the local kiddie prison (not its real name) coming in to CarbBoy’s school to give them a “we don’t want to see you” chat.