We left Pip's house at about 10.30am and discovered that whilst moving the car last night to let people out, I had driven over his strawberries. But there were a few which were still edible so that was OK.

Had a nightmare on the motorway. Mildred had reported a fuel shortage leaving Luton (the light came on) but then after a mile or two the fuel gauge pottered back up and the light went off. So, just coming on to the M4 from the M25 it plummeted and the light came on which left me crawling along in the slow lane at 56mph for what felt like hours until we got to Reading services and filled up. Got there on fumes, I think.

Work was poo. Billed for an hour and a quarter.

I was somewhat disturbed by the wedding invitation that arrived to "James and partner(s)" from Nicola. Almost as bad as Philip telling me to invite "whoever [I] wake up with on Sunday morning" to his party. These people must think I'm a slut.