Driving up to London was most unpleasant. The spray on the M25 was awful, about as awful as the roadsense of those who were doing 80 or 90 in the fast lane with no lights on.
Equally awful was standing around on Barnham station waiting for a train that was 35 minutes late.
I’m very tempted to skip cocktails in W2 tonight and stay in the warm.
separating the wanted from the unwanted