Half a percent

I hadn't actually had the email confirmation of the insurance change, but they'd refunded me my pound so I guess the transaction had gone through. I picked various Saunderses up across south and west Edinburgh and had a fairly uneventful trip down to Blackpool. Usual parking space, usual accommodation, usual chips.

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The train down was busy, but comfortable. There was a woman who looked like she had a goitre in the end vestibule at one point, and another who I'm guessing was a buddhist nun, in a red-with-some-yellow garment in (I think) the Tibetan style. CJ's friend Viking was somewhere further down the train. I said hello when we passed each other at Euston, where there was faff as I pulled the first blue thing I saw out of my wallet to find that it was my bank card rather than that Lobster thing they all use.

My sister's cat is a bit bigger but still quite odd. Spending most of her time outside, doubtless in the hope of mugging the local wildlife.

Further note: everybody thinks Geldof's a nob.