Man flue

It's getting colder. The radiator in my office can barely compensate. Today I'm back in single handed conflict with a spreadsheet. Gossamer layers of forecasts and fantasies pile one upon another. The end result is dream-like, impenetrable, beautiful. Through the looking glass.

Angus struggles with more tangible challenges. Modern studies.

Claire (hungover, I presume) engages in further scholastic activities at day 2 of her conference in Glasgow.

Lentil soup for tea. Bizarre baking failure from Angus for afters - a thin layer of caramelised flour anointed with cream and banana. Sweet, chewy, rich and completely unlike Madeira cake.