Up the winding stairs to the hallowed halls of the national museum

Then down again for a stale egg sandwich with two lovely colleagues (both equally lovely) (they did ask me to choose but I saw how they tripped up their colleague on a piece of broccoli in the middle of the cafe so I'm not playing their psychological games..).

Home for tea with big A

A long frustrating meeting during which I did not retain my composure.

The cold pint waiting for me was perfect