12.35 out of Cardiff. Excellent.
And a very good session too.
I ate on my tod last night in a really sweet Italian that felt like it could actually be the real thing. I remember a girl I always fancied at school married an Italian restaurant owner in Cardiff. I kept looking out in the hope I’d see a clue that I’d happened upon their places, but no luck there.
It was wet and cold in Cardiff this morning and I was glad that we hadn’t actually got around to arranging for Y to come for the weekend, it looks like the weather isn’t going to change for a few days. But still, I reckon I’ll be back in a month or so.
Apparently the dog was running around the flat looking for me last night. It’s a sweet think to say, but I’m not that sure I believe it as he rarely pays me any attention when I am there. Still, it’ll be fun to take him out this afternoon and stroll through the city as all the bankers are leaving. Even their hearts melt at the sight of a Jack Russell on stilts.
Think I’ll catch up on emails, then maybe a little snooze.