Morning, all. Today I am a commuter, to London by train to ply my filthy trade.
Notre Dame is sad, but a chance of a lifetime for craftsmen to build it again.
It's a short week this week, as we're off to Bath for a couple of days. I'd like to have taken the Vantage but it's back at the dealer for some warranty work - new headlights (condensation is an Aston weakness), some bubbling paint to be dealt with and an annoying CEL reporting a non-issue. Instead we'll be in the ****-awful Merc GLA loaner we've been given. Never buy one.
PS, Phil - you're shite at retiring. Enjoy Brugge, mate. Lovely place. Watch the film.