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Another normal day down at the Gateshead office. It was very nice to meet up with Sandra again on the outward journey - she was on a long shift, all the way down to Sheffield. I spent the day mostly conducting last minute interviews with the able assistance of raggedrascal and another (non-blipping) colleague. Returned, somewhat knackered, to a splendid tea cooked by Mr H.

On my way to the bus stop at approx 07:15 I noticed that the Icelandic consul seems to have nailed her colours to the mast.