Market Harborough, 0 miles, 0 locks
At last, the reason why I've been here so long (kind of): work! Yes, I know I'm supposed to have given that kind of thing up for a bit, but when you get specifically asked and when it's nice people that are asking, it's hard to turn down. Besides, after replacing the water pump, buying a fridge, having lots of work done on the engine and buying a tank of diesel, I could do with the money!
It's in London—of course—but to minimise the travel expenses I've been told to get the 08:19 and my employer will meet me on it. As it happens we don't meet, although he's on the same train somewhere, and it's St Pancras before we actually catch up with each other. Then off to the new offices that they've moved to and lots of familiar faces to meet and greet.
I'd been concerned that I'd be rusty after a few months of not thinking about work or doing any programming (unless you count the programs I wrote to solve some of the problems presented during Professor Layton and the Curious Village on the Nintendo DS). I needn't have worried—it was exactly like riding a bike. Before I knew it I was firing up editors, changing bits of HTML, re-writing scripts and generally in the swing of it as though nothing had happened. It was all very gratifying. The morning went well and after a quick trip to the canteen (not as nice as the one in their old building if you ask me) I had a relatively successful afternoon. Successful, that is, until it all went a bit wrong and I couldn't figure out why. I could see that there was clearly something inconsistent, but couldn't put my finger on what. Eventually, after almost everyone had gone home, my host suggested that I'd be better off leaving it and looking at it with fresh eyes in the morning, so we left. I do hate it when you go home knowing that things are broken.
The journey home was fine. No problems with either the Underground or the train, and I had some leftovers from yesterday's Tacos for dinner. I was completely exhausted after that and barely managed listening to the BBC's Science In Action podcast special about the Large Hadron Collider before I was off to bed. I didn't stay there long though—all that tea I'd been drinking during the day meant that I was up just about every hour through the night. Still, at least it stopped me having an awful dream about my boat being stuck dangling over a weir, which I was definitely having at one point.