Vets

Working from home, so I took Django out for his morning walk. After programming, I had a brief chat with И before we met with a major mathematical software company that, in the end, just wanted to get up-to-date with what we're doing. Perhaps once our solvers are sufficiently mature they will want to use it in their software. It would be valuable kudos, but it doesn't pay the bills.

I went out in the afternoon to call in at the funeral directors that handled Mum up here, and discovered that they won't be charging a fee. On my return, I found that Django had eaten the remaining two-thirds of a large banana loaf. It's strange, since he's not done anything like that for years - perhaps he was attracted by the peanut butter that L had put into it. Unfortunately, it also contained dark chocolate and berries - it was a rather good GF banana loaf! - so we took him around to the vets. They gave him an injection to make him vomit, kept him in until he'd finished, and charged £128! 

Django is fine!