J and I booked our butts out of work at 5 sharp (after we both applied for our season ticket loans and after I asked my boss and his boss if they could please please fund sending me to the conference) and made it home just before 6. I didn't feel like cooking any more so we went to Wagamama for dinner. Ooh baby.

Meanwhile, it turns out they've got my credit cards and everything in Clapham - everything, that is, except for the twenty pounds that was with them. Oh well, a bit much to ask, I suppose. I'm thinking I may volunteer to work at Masque of the Red Death - otherwise, I'll never really get to understand what is going on. The three of us, we've been drinking port and playing Uno tonight. Not bad, really - it's been a good evening, I think.