Mess

Hair cut followed by train, tube, tube, train to Cambridge where Martin picked me up. Walked back to his, admired his painting of his new room. Less admired the fact his room was empty and had no lights or curtains. His achievement of the day was putting on a door handle.

We did then make vegetable lasagne for his family and spent the evening moving all his stuff back into his room. So I suppose it ended up productive for him. This is all the stuff, taken just before I went to bed and had taken off my glasses, hence the reason it's blurry and therefore in black and white...