Tonight was the weekly music practice at church. Church is in town, so I decided that maybe I should just stay in town until 7.30pm, rather than go home and come back which seemed a bit pointless.

However, at the last minute (ie at 5.30pm, which is around about the time of the train home, and half an hour after I should have left work,) I decided I wanted to go home because I had nowhere else to go.

So a very nice friend picked me up from Gatley train station at quarter-past-six, took me home where I made sandwiches for the both of us, and took us both back into Manchester for the music practice (because he was going there too).

Note to self: stomach does not agree with lettuce and tomatoes.