That's my boy

Although his caption would be "that's my old man".

Weird day, spent the morning with some solicitors and some colleagues trying to fathom the unfathomable, then worked at home for the afternoon which seemed to fly by. TSM came home at three, I packed it in about 5.30 but she carried on until about 8.30.  Such jolly people.

I'm working on a new blog about my love of London.

Time for bed now.