Minor fault

[shermarama]

The weekend had been going so well - down in Brighton with Chris, doing DIY and cleaning in his flat to be able to rent it out, lots of satisfying fixing of things, some frogs (the back yard is quite damp), tasty beer with lots of people I know in the Evening Star, unbelievably good pizza from La Cucina, and then my car's exhaust fell off at half past midnight in Hackney. I had to wait a bit over an hour for the RAC man, who pulled things and looked at things and pulled things some more, was disparaging about whoever had welded up the middle section, and handed me the back box, which can apparently go back on when I've got a new middle bit. And then I drove the last couple of miles home, sounding like a world champion in a farting contest. The Monday meeting starts in...