Currying favours

Do you remember the final scene of Clockwise, the one where John Cleese is giving his speech at the Headmasters’ Conference and the middle-aged motorcycle couple come creaking in? I felt a bit like that this morning, arriving at work in soaking waterproofs, some shiny black amphibian crawled out of the marshes. I was deliciously dry underneath, though. In the afternoon it didn’t rain at all, so I felt humanoid enough to call in at Curry’s and ask for the manager. She (which shamingly surprised me for a start) was very co-operative, explained that the sign wasn’t supposed to be anywhere near the corner, and despatched one of her large minions to move it. Well, we’ll see…

I’ve reluctantly given up the idea of Eurostar, as their latest bulletin advises against travelling with them for the rest of the month, so we’ve booked with Eurolines (coach and ferry) instead. I think I feel happier on top of the water, anyway.