I met a friend today after work. I drove to Winchester to meet her so that we could go and see a play - a surreal interpretation of a Midsummer Night's Dream. In order to get there in time I rushed in my car, changing my clothes while in stopped traffic. There's something very wrong about taking off your trousers in traffic. Very wrong indeed. Not naughty... just wrong.

The play was entertaining, the company delightful, the post-play meal less than perfectly healthy, but I'm sure I didn't overdo it. All in all, the night was a good distraction from the week.

On the way home I chatted to a friend and planned a weekend the likes of which I hadn't been expecting. This is the benefit of planning as you go. I ended up at another friend's house, organising accommodation for the weekend that I hadn't realised I was about to have.