August 11th

I had a nice–ish weekend. On Saturday I was on Deli all day—12 hours—with Max, whih was great, turned a mundane day into a rather good one. Holly, Kerry and Carl came in to Waitrose in the evening as well, so it was nice seeing them to. Unfortunately Jason lost his wedding ring and no one could find it, which was bad. I’m not in for a week and a half but hopefully it’ll have turned up in someone’s dinner.

Sunday was good, 13 of us, significantly more than the 8 of us the week before. Robert talked on John 7:47-52 and I milled away the afternoon tidying and lose ends, enjoying the end of my brace–free week before getting retainers fitted on Monday. They’ve been quite painful this week but are better now. I’ve been seriously contemplating following Sam K in trying to eat sandwiches with cutlery. I don’t remember it being particularly successful mind.

Last night I played tennis with Si, though Si was a bit tired after gym and basketball earlier meaning I did’t suffer too much. The guy shutting down seemed to be playing all the tricks in the book to get us out on time, we were clearly the last people there, the lights being turned off as we left each court and corridor.

Over the weekend I’m off to Wales for a day too see relatives, and it’s a week until results...