More fairying, but I have to admit defeat. Apparantly, it’ll all be OK, but it’ll be OK after the iron wall of Christmas has fallen. So a less frenetic day.
In the evening, I go across to Pimlico, picking up Phil J’s small PA on the way, with Phil H to set up for tomorrow morning. Which should be exciting, even if only euphemistically.
Home. Stew. Copying data from CDs onto my hard disk. That sort of thing.
Cold. Probably going to snow, which will make struggling with the suitcase fun…