Bigger on the Inside

Work, supermarket, food, tutorial preparation.

An odd day. Much less celebratory than when someone ran into the lecture theatre in '90 and there were whoops and cheers at the news. Mainly thinking about the legacy of Thatcher. This, of course, doesn't bear thinking about. But most of all missing Spitting Image.

At last night's soiree I was told that our local police box has gone. And so it has. I hope it flickered into another adventure as the theme-tune started up.