Mr Kipling at suppertime

I hope the wind is less noisy tonight. Quite a few people were bleary eyed at work due to being kept up by windy noises (and this has nothing to do with the nut roast of yesterday).

I met Si, Fred and Si's stage manager for a drink in the local pub after work to kill an hour before Si and his actors started rehearsing the play he's directing. We had fun with a couple of pink balloons. It's best not to ask.

I made the mistake of watching Cold Creek Manor on the iplayer. It was so incredibly predictable, but my brain was too tired to think of anything else to do (I should have gone to sleep really).