Saturday morning saw an attempt at game D, which was pretty good (and I'm not just saying that because I won ;) The changes in the middle really tightened the game up there, so it was a lot less about blocking off the edges as it was before. The cards need to be redistributed, though. Ah, well - that's something I'll have to do for next time.
The end of the game happily coincided with G and C turning up, and kidnapping both of them to prepare for the RSC performance. I oodled about town in the mean time, looking at bikes and getting some breakfast/lunch in the form of a burger, and several multipacks of Wheat Crunchies (which were at 2 for 1 (even if I subsequently lost the second packet, rendering the exercise useless)). RSC was great fun, so competently telling the story than I feel no urge to read the book. Well, maybe not competetently, but with great gusto, and great big inflatable hammers...
After this, I went with others via the Mill and the Castle to the Impropriety housewarming. By this time, my enthusiasm for socialisation was at a low ebb, so I floated about, eavesdropping and taking limited roles in random conversations until oneish, when Mark, with whom I had arranged a loan of spare bedroom decided it would be sensible to head back.
Sunday morning, I retrieved my rucksack from the Matthews, worked out script for a punt chase, that I must be filmed at some point. [I believe it must be filmed this year. MHF believes that next year would do as well. He has the camera, so I suspect he'll win out ;)] and then headed back to Windsor. Via a bike shop in London, which has given my a lovely new bike. Shame about my bank balance and the amount of space I have to store it in my house (although I'm planning to rent a new one in any case). But it's nice and shiny, and just in time to join the training on Tuesday. Yay!