After lunch it was back on the train to London for Friday dinner with some fab friends. Scotch. Wine. Kosher Port (Nope, no idea of the difference). Wonderful food and conversation. Then to bed and after two large meals in one day. Spectacular indigestion.
As I toiled I noticed the old flat getting larger and the new one getting smaller. By the time I left for the final time I closed the door on Wembley stadium and opened the door to a phone box.
He'd had an accident and bust his specs. He had to stay in as a result as he didn't trust his vision to cross busy roads.
So I grabbed the paper and headed to the pub alone. As I sat down I realised I'd forgotten mine too!
The following lunchtime I was a guest at a memorial lunch for a guy called Roy Tucker. He was a top man who did a massive amount for charity. For all the right reasons. The downside of this event was sadly that the audience had to endure my spiel as I drew the raffle. I was also required to run the baffling heads and tails game. This is the second time I've attempted this and frankly I'm still none the wiser.
Then back to the car and to London and the new flat.
It felt untidy and small. Wonder if it'll ever feel like home?