Oh well. I'm back in the sunny and clearly desperately exciting UK. I am at least sober now, which is a pleasant change as I was a little bit tipsy when I got on the plane. There's free beer in the lounge at Prague and it's so nice and it was my last opportunity to drink any for a while that I thought I should probably just have a couple. This resulted in a slightly wibbly James trying to find a plane at the other end of the airport before falling asleep shortly after take off.

Woken by steward bearing eaty things which are remarkably good. Kept awake by man in seat behind who was snoring with earth-shattering magnitude. It wasn't annoying as everyone within a five seat radius found it desperately amusing and giggled for a lot of the flight home.

Train all the way back to Newbury because the one I was on from Reading didn't go as far as Hungerford - which is where Mildred was waiting for me. With my rebellious nature intact, I sat from Paddington to Reading in the Family Carriage - apparently specially designed for parents with children. I didn't actually see the rotating blades, but I'm sure they were there somewhere.

Jamie was kind enough to pick me up from the station and run me over to Hungerford before I drove back to Thatcham to have tea with Marion. It turned into an impromptu dinner-y thing which was rather lovely and the entertainment was glittering as ever. She's now a free agent and is looking for another job post C2. I pointed out she should now be lying in the garden at midday drinking gin but I don't think it appeals as much as it does to me.

I'm staying with Barry until Friday.

Brief chat with Jon about bits and pieces. I told him all about Prague and how lovely everything is and that the boys are particularly cheap. I was slurring slightly (Barry had opened some wine) but nothing he's not used to coping with.

Jamie and Rob disappeared off to watch Voyager (without me) which is apparently my penance for having been away and doing naughty stuff. This is somewhat tedious (the behaviour, not the lack of Star Trek) as rules were agreed before play started. I'll sneak into Jon's flat and watch it one evening anyway - that's why I have a key! My untrusting mind wonders whether there's something much more sinister going on, but then that's just how I think. Or is that my sordid mind? I can't remember.

Rah! France is now really close and I'm actually desperately keen to just get there. Coming back to the UK to deal with public transport and bickering from others is something I just don't have the time for. I shall be glad to sit down in the sun with a bottle of Pimms and care about nothing.