What the Dickens?

Dickens Wenlock in Whitechapel.

It was odd leaving an Edinburgh that was going like a fair with the mayhem still continuing on the Royal Mile and arriving at a near deserted King's Cross 5 hours later. It's odd, too, that it's dark by 9 here.

A good turn to a colleague meant I can't access my work files. Hopefully it will get sorted tomorrow. And I've forgotten my ear plugs, again. Osborn Street gets quiet noisy AND there are children along the corridor banging doors. But I'm so tired I think I'll sleep ok.