In the evening, Tim and I were off to London to see the Now Show. That was good fun as ever (all of Mitch's songs were strong, and it's a shame that one of them isn't going to make the final edit; having said that, I can't right now remember what the songs were, except that one was a sequel to the one about Knut the baby polar bear. I must find the original and let Tim have a listen, as I suspect he'd like it.
Also, in place of Lord Marcus of
After the show, as we were walking past the main entrance to Broadcasting House, the Surprise Special Guest was emerging from the doors, as were Laura Shavin and Jon Holmes, so we nattered and fangirled (well, I suspect Tim stuck to fanboying, but you know what I mean), and got bits of paper scribbled on.
I ended the day, thusly, on quite a high, although by the time Tim had driven us home from Newbury Park I was asleep. Managed to wake up as Tim drove onto our front drive. He does it so violently, y'see...
Oh, and on the drive back, shortly after we left Newbury Park, there was a moment when at least four police vehicles were all going in the same direction, sirens blaring away. Obviously some kind of major incident. I'd be interested to know what was happening, but can find nothing about it on the BBC news pages.
Driving lesson tonight, and another one tomorrow morning before Sarah and then Doctor Who.