Incognito

Claire spends some time preparing classes for next week. I’m wading through various systems looking for contracts and purchase orders.

Eventually I give up and wander down to Mortimer Street for a cheap haircut. It’s as good as its price tag, but extreme enough to ensure I won’t need another one till the autumn.

At Paddington we grab something to eat and catch the Bedwyn train. A sunny hour later we’re only mothers car heading for her home. There’s coffee and chat, a tour of the garden, technical issues with the WiFi, and a new smart telly to be investigated.

Jol comes round for tea and gifts us a signed copy of his new CD. We eat Irish stew and watch an Icelandic noir. It moves so slowly we abandon it for Frankie Boyle, which my English family finds hard to understand. So we try Matt Berry’s Road To Brexit, which finally hits the spot.