Harvest

Had to go up to the office again to listen to some presentations by job applicants. All rather bizarre (the situation, not the presentations). Worked at the interface all afternoon, trying to sort out student allocations. Cooked what turned out to be a rather odd meal to welcome Mr H on his return from Blackburn - but luckily he still can't taste much, post-manflu. The cold beer seemed to go down OK, mind.

I harvested the chillis from the windowsill plants - not a great crop, but then it hasn't been a great summer in terms of heat and light. Variety Apache.