Went to Oxford last night.

I had to leave my comfy warm spot on the sofa to battle the torrential rain. At Reading station I saw a drunk guy nearly get hit by a train and then arrested.


Today we walked into town by the river, then walked around Christchurch Meadows, then walked around town, then had a hot chocolate and toffee waffle. Then walked around town some more, and sheltered from the scary rain in various bookshops.


Got home to Bracknell to discover a long-lost brother.