Space invasion

Northern Quarter, Manchester.

Off for a pie and a pint (gourmet pie, cask ales, of course...) in the Northern Quarter with a former PhD student, turning pupil barrister, and her partner. Very nice to catch up.

I'm bushed, though. Delayed reaction to reaching the end of the line, I think. And of course, I'm back in a hotel.

Early night beckons before two days of meetings.