Back to the joys of Bracknell.
There are joys really. Seeing the fam, obviously. They have Whittards tea here too (I've run out in Winch). And we went in a charity shop with a ridiculous amount of gorgeous art deco furniture, all of which I wanted.


Travelled back to Reading with Pose, then managed to get on the same train as hundreds of slightly beery over-excited men on their way to Twickenham for the rugby. I was the only female in the carriage. That was fun.