The view from the Computer Room:

there are horses in the fields beyond the playground. And later, as we discussed the finer points of the assessing the non-exam assessment (as coursework projects are now defined), a fox strolled calmly by. 

On the way back through London, a chance for a couple of pints with son T. He has thoughtfully designated a Fuller's pub as the RV. My heart swells with Pride when we meet. 

I suspect he will make much of our subsequent encounter with a polite young man on the tube who gave up his seat so that I could sit down. It has come to that. I think I'll go home and find my carer.