O brother

Awoke, showered, breakfasted. Walked down to Burnham station with Gordon. He caught the train into Paddington on the first leg of his journey back to St Andrews. I waited in the sunlight for the train to Reading. There's only a bus from there to Bedwyn on a Sunday, so my wee bro' came and picked me up.

Reading station has grown into a two-building, sprawling, ghetto that probably makes sense to architects, town planners and cognoscenti, but is incomprehensible to normal folk. Fabian and I eventually met up and successfully got back to the car, where the computer relieved him of over four quid for 20 minutes parking, and we headed back to mum's.

Later he cooked us a great risotto and mum provided a nice half bottle of white. She's really tired, so went to bed early. We watched some awful Bruce Willis action movie with Sigourney Weaver as the baddie. Should have gone to bed too :|