Burgers

Missed yesterday on account of Monday's feeling crappiness, which it turns out wasn't to be resolved by a nap and a good night's sleep. Didn't do anything anyway. Drove to get the paper, which is the first day I've missed in the last six months. That's annoying. But there we are. 

Today we had to drop M's car off at the garage to assess whether it can be sensibly repaired or just given the last rites, Phil back from his holidays and, in the afternoon, 16 of Chris' pals round for a barbecue. They're nice kids. Loud as you'd expect from a big group of 17-18 year olds but no one's drunk, they've eaten everything on the table and they're outside.