I cooked sausages for tea, but I'm pretty sure I'll have to go to the supermarket before much longer. After tea, Matthew wanted a short game of Risk so that he could beat his brother, but this proved to be not particularly successful either. I was torn when I drew the mission card telling me to destroy all red armies. I had a successful final move when I moved a large force from South America into Africa, wiping out most of the territories there which were all that remained of Matthew.
After recovering for a few minutes, Matthew played Age of Empires again, surprisingly persuading our temperamental CD drive to work first time, while David again listened to Bat out of Hell, an album he seems to have developed quite a passion for. The quality of the music is certainly something that has passed the test of time. It startles me to realise just how many years have passd since most of the stuff I like to listen to was recorded. The technical term for this, I believe, is "growing old".
Turns out that the flight to London left late - something to do with increased security. No doubt I'll hear soon enough. Here, it's quiet. I've called all the people about Monday's contest, but nobody's home.