Quiz night

Early start to get the car back, taxi from airport to train station, and onto the train.  Somehow we did not have seat reservations, but a pincer movement and some advance knowledge of train layout secured us seats right next to the buffet car (even though I gave up the probably better seats I had found for a lady who wanted to sit near the loo).  Podcasts, reading and quizes saw us safely to London and onwards to our hotel in Ealing.

This evening, the annual quiz night in the Bush and here are our hosts calling out the questions.  The microphone is necessary to drown out the rude shouty kids' team (us grown ups were the height of calm civilised behaviour), and the kids are now relegated to a separate room - mainly I think because they are all so big now!

Once the result was out it was clear that the grown ups had won easily, but somehow the ungenerous kids' marking left it a draw...  (And with the benefit of backblipping: Andrew Johnson not Jackson...)

I fear next year may be something of a grudge match...

Later, fab food, as ever, much liquid refreshment and I fear I may have been a bit on the over-merry side.