No rest

After last night's celebrations we could have used a decent lie in this morning.

No such luck as Adam has to get back to Oxford for a Collection.

Those of you who've been to Oxford University will know about Collections, but for those who don't know I'll explain.

They're exams of a sort. They don't count towards the final degree, so they're a progress check.

I suppose it's a bit like controlled assessments in GCSE or SATS in junior school, bug at a higher level.

Anyway he had a train to catch from Penrith station.

On the same train was the local MP, who happens to be the floods minister too.

I eat like pointing out to him that when the snow on the hills melts h might have a few more floods to sort out, but didn't