Les Miserables...

...was the first thing that sprang to mind when I saw the old Pizza Express premises being turned into a Victor Hugo. Not the workies necessarily, but all the local patrons of PX when they realise the place will only be open during the daytime, however good their sandwiches are supposed to be. (There's a long-standing branch over Bruntsfield way).

A brief foray to Ocean Terminal was the only light relief from the dreaded marking. Then in the evening I had an online committee meeting which was somewhat enlivened by two of the members realising that we'd almost missed the deadline to be nominated for another year. Think we managed to get something in, if somewhat scrappy.