Weather continues to be atrocious but Mrs N and I had a very leisurely trip round the transit museum (very disappointing lack of authentic subway wall tiles for us to take home) and I remembered my Godson, Tom's birthday was coming up so got him a t-shirt.
We then walked across the bridge in spitting rain and I made it all the way up to 45th on foot to watch the game at Nation. Man Utd were 2-0 by the time I sat down so that was the end of that. Not entirely a waste as I saw Paul and celebrated birth of his daughter with a fat cigar and finally got to try a pint of 250 only 11 days late. Dangerously drinkable. Didn't talk about Diageo....well not much, only about whether we were on track to get a bonus!
Home in time for dinner - feels like old times! 8 days with no Maths
