Well, my uncle made it in yesterday. He didn't succeed in getting the keys from the porters. I thought it was because he couldn't figure out how to use his phone here to call them but it turns out it's because he'd been given the wrong number to call. The company meeting I was worried about keeping us late turned out to be a bit of a bust; they hadn't hired a big enough hall and called our team's main manager about two hours before to tell us not to come! That said, J and I both were able to leave a little after 5 and head home to rescue my uncle, who was sitting on a bench in front of the grocery store (the White Rose, as he called it). I made the sausage and pistachio pasta thing for dinner and we yacked it up until 10:30 - where did the time fly?
Tonight we'll be seeing a show at the Almeida, and it looks like our Sunday show will be Brief Encounter, which I've been wanting to see for ages.