This morning I had two novel-but-ultimately-not-really-worth-blogging-about experiences.

First, putting £2.03 worth of petrol in the car. The reason, as I explained to the cashier, being that I need to dismantle bits of the fuel tank tomorrow and thus want to almost run out of fuel tonight. But don’t want to run out of fuel on the way to work this morning.

Second, seeing Harry Gration on the forecourt of the garage, looking fairly grumpy and miserable I have to say, presumably at the somewhat grumpy and miserable weather we’re having right now. It was nice to see that individuals at such an elevated position in life are still subject to the same treatment at the hands of the elements as the rest of us. I expect he’ll still be having words with Paul Hudson when he gets to work.