Woke up to a glass of orange juice being thrust in my face... there's worse ways to wake up. I then had a tedious job search. Very unfruitful.

Cycled to Earley Station and went to Wokingham and met Rog. We did the charity shop rounds, had icy drinks, chatted, walked to a park and picked potentially the least scenic place to sit, got attacked by a grasshopper and got the train home. For maybe one of the first times ever I forgot my camera, I took it to the cinema yesterday when you can't even take pictures and today I forget it. So I will have to just use my shocking phone photo. We found a Clare cottage and Clare avenue. I got excited.

Had the lushest dinner ever courtesy of madre. She made home made sweet and sour chicken balls. Better than the chinese takeaway.