On the way home they will be saying "thank god thats over, what a miserable old sod he is"Well, I survived last night.
Plonked myself in a comfy corner with a bottle of Jamesons, whilst BiLs droned on and on relentlessly about casting processes and other such rivetting stuff.
I think I got away with it, managing to smile, laugh, nod, go - uh huh etc at the right moments, whilst slowly becoming comfortably numb.
Taking them up to Woody Bay station to look at the puffer trains, and then on to the Station Inn at Blackmore Gate for a spot of lunch.
They're going home tomorrow.![]()
