Living Vicariously

Had a visit from the vicar last night, which was weird - it is one of those things that you think only ever happens in books. Talked mainly about Blackadder, the effect of the revocation of the Edict of Nantes on Huguenot immigration into Wandsworth, and his new book on Archbishop Cranmer. We gave him some port, so that we could feel we were really living the cliche.

Was supposed to go a New College networking event in the City tonight, but simply couldn't face it - the thought of all those self-satisfied arrogant bores chuntering on about the credit crisis and how successful they all are - so I came home and ate dhal and rice and mackerel and helped Mo with his linear equations instead. Much more fun.

Day off work tomorrow! It is Larry's birthday party sleepover and I have been drafted in to make a big moist sticky chocolate cake.