A glorious day for a strike

A glorious day for climate striking. Sadly, I didn't make it, but I could definitely hear it through my office window.

I'm afraid I've been too busy confronting the last rush piece of work that needs finishing to a very tight, and definite, deadline. I had to curtail my attendance at a lecture given by one of our alumnae for the opening of the masters programme this year. Well, I went to listen to her, but didn't stay for the Q&A. She was very good, but then she should be - given what she's achieved in just a few years.

Home via (some relatively gentle) spinning (if that's not a contradiction in terms). An evening spent listening to the cooncil resurfacing Bonnington Road and ploughing on further with the rush job (above). No rest (yet).