Everyone in the house was a bit hungover today. Bonnie decided to drive the Wean, the dog and me out to Buxton. Derbyshire is an amazing county, it was her late husband's favourite. Pretty impressive. Sat in park, dog ran around, the Wean fetched us some coffee. Wrote some impressions in a notebook. If I'm ever going to write anything I've got to become observant. Oh dear, I better make some effort with my coursework. But my poor head is not up to it. Someone stop me from drinking too much red wine every Saturday night.