The outside pint turned out to be a bit optimistic - my fingers went blue. But a chance to drag big A away from the revision.

Work, work and filing punctuated by coffee with an interesting bunch of women, a bowlful of the most filling soup I've ever eaten with J and R, and a meeting over green tea.

The big 'un was a delight. The wee'un disappeared with his posse - I called by at the park to buy him pizza

J looking shattered mentally and physically. Hardly surprising as she awaits the next set of results. Extraordinary how a life can flip over in a few short weeks.