Well,
Cambridge won the 125th Varsity match yesterday. This meant a very excited Jennie appearing at about nine last night (Pim effect + the pub with CUWRFC) to be fed sausages, hash browns & sweetcorn. While I mocked her rugby-keenness, in an affectionate way. And until my self-preservation instinct kicked in. Are you allowed to tickle people in rugby, I wonder...?
This morning we slept lots. And read. And watched Nanny MacPhee. And then had lunch before Jennie had to go home. Am theoretically doing laundry at the moment, and have taken the bin round and changed my bed, but my bed calls in such a friendly way that I am starting to seriously consider having a nap. Yes.