I’ve reached the end of my run of work in U.K. for the time being, having a few weeks off and rather enjoying it. Spent a couple of evenings using the test track at the club, catching up with everyone, very enjoyable 

Meanwhile, No 2 Son has introduced a sizeable joker into the pack. He works for one of the sponsors for the RWC, and has been given 2 tickets for the Pool C and D quarter finals in some sort of works award scheme. The original plan was to go with his girlfriend but that hasn’t worked out, so I’m going with him instead.

Some juggling with dates produced Premium Economy flights at around £500 more than Economy, and I’ve done enough rubbish travelling lately. A 12 hr Economy flight there and back, changing who-knows-where was never going to tempt me. 

Ah so-desu!