Another day in the cupboard

Last night, another meeting, but in a pub. Rather more social, too, and some fairly important decisions got made. More people turned up, as well, so we're gradually getting towards where we need to be (although if anyone's still interested . . .)

The Holyrood was quiet, and the gents' wasn't awash in piss.  On the other hand, they were out of Addlestone's. Later we adjourned to the Hoose, where they did have Addlestone's, as the people whose ears I bent were too well aware.

I seem to have tomorrow off, and it also seems to be spring. This combination means I should probably mow the lawn. Fortunately it's a very small lawn.