Reading is an interesting town. Right in the middle of everything, but impossible to get to unless you happen to to live by a direct railway link, or wish to spend huge tracts of what is left of you life sitting in traffic jams. GF gets round this by driving to Basingstoke and catching the train. Of course today, GF arrived in B'stoke to find his intended train had been cancelled... and the next (half an hour later) managed to leave on time and arrive 10 minutes late despite the total journey length being scheduled for 20 minutes.

Hey ho! It's a bit of a grinding week, but at least GF is getting to sleep at home each night.

Anyway the day went pretty well. Excellent product and a possible contender.

Boston seems confused, though. He claims he doesn't write his own blog, and thought that the GF did it, but it became clear today that he doesn't.