No bun intended

Fitzbillies is a Cambridge stalwart known for its buns and cakes. Berry and I impulse bought and snaffled one each after lunch with Helen and guzzled them on the street. It was the most delightful company but the food was scant and overpriced and diners' ears were invaded by drilling behind an adjacent wall.

Ended the working week relatively neatly except with a Friday afternoon bombshell that it may be strategic for me to attend something in Maputo at the end of next week. Rather than panic and reshuffle life over the weekend I'll just clarify on Monday morning, and plan from there. I'm used to packing and booking flights fast. Ho hum.