I do hate transport on Sundays. One train an hour and 2 buses an hour means I have to leave at 8 in order to start work at 10.30. Snore.

Mother Bear met me for lunch today, we went to John Lewis and I claimed my free coffee and cake (a fruit scone the size of my head). It was a rather lovely lunchtime.

Graham came shopping in Reading for suits and managed to lose his phone. What a fanny.



Now time for homemade sausages, cider and Legally Blond. What a combo.