I woke up this morning almost as tired as when I went to bed last night - I didn't have the best sleep.

Just as I was dozing off, wondering whether I'd left the key in the back door, there was a sudden loud bang, then a sequence of slightly quieter bangs, then a scraping noise, then the sound of knocking.

Yeah. Turns out Jon was home a day early. I hadn't been warned and had put the chain on the door, trapping him in the porch. I don't think I've ever been so close to an actual heart attack.



Headed back to Berkshire for the day, met Ma for a coffee and toasted teacake, then went to Gerge's for her slightly early birthday celebration. I wasn't expecting the buffet, but I wolfed down a slice of cake (IT WAS AMAZING). That's what she's holding here - not that you can see it through the graininess. Too grainy? Maybe. But isn't she a babe?!



Back in Oxford now.
Still got a cold.
Just spent a while trying to work out where a weird noise was coming from... turns out it's just my wheezy lungs.