Trying to get my act together for a trip into town tonight. The Blue Posts beckons. Ian of the Wyrdness isn't going... Which always seems strange (one might even say "wyrd") on the odd occasion he can't make it.
Need to sort out a few things, throw myself in the shower... Wait the 3 or 4 hours it takes my hair to dry and jump on the train.
Poor Grish is ill and coughing like an 40 a day pensioner.