Due to a series of public transport failures, I ended up getting home insanely late on Wednesday night (it was actually Thursday morning by the time I got in).

Thursday was, therefore, a very sleepy day.


Average day at work, then a mad rush to leave early, get changed and get to the station to get on the same train to Paddington that Graham was already on. Met Ruth, Cello and Alus at Kings Cross, got some food from Leon, then went to meet Francis at Wood Green.

Shuttle bus to Ally Pally, where we saw The National. And they were amazing. As we knew they would be. Slept all the way back to Oxford with this going round and round in my head.