We met at The Harp public house... which I have walked past many, many times but never tried... Mostly because the clientele have been spilling out onto the pavement making it a tad difficult to get in the pub. It's tiny! But I rather liked it.
The talk seemed all too brief. It's a big subject and could really do with a weekend conference to even begin to do it justice. Anyway needless to say the talk was right up my foggy gaslit ally.
Today I had a bit of a lay in... I was woken by the postman who had a pile of letters and parcels. When I opened the door he asked if I was Michael Johnson. I probably seemed somewhat confused by the question. There was a logical explanation for this but it's rather too complicated to explain, as are most things concerning Uncle Nemesis.
This afternoon I went over to Ashford to see my aunt. Poor thing she does seem very frail. I'm not too sure if she knew who I was... but she winged it like a pro and looked at the photos I took her... She especially liked the photos of Ari's cats and dog.
Came home via Uncle Nemesis to drop off letters and drink coffee in his newly (or nearly) completed living room.