It’s been one of those days where the morning’s events feel like they took place a week ago. It was time for the cookery course to end, but we still had half a day’s worth of cooking left to do – so frying pan pizzas (being expertly flipped in the picture), cookies, beer bread and brownies were on the menu.

We’ve all eaten so much now though that the actual eating part has become a chore. Didn’t think it would come to this, but it has.

Anyway, after lunch it was time to go home, and in true British fashion a simple nip up the train line quickly turned into a nightmare journey – a train broke down up the line from us and we had to push it to Gloucester before we could be on our way. As a result we were 45 minutes late, I missed my connection in Birmingham which I’d pre-booked and getting the conductor on the next train to believe about any of it me was difficult.

I managed to convince him though, and he let me off without charging me anything so the day wasn’t completely ruined. However, just an hour or so ago, at around midnight, we got a call from my mother who’s away with friends at the moment saying that she’s really, really ill and could my dad come down. I offered to go too, but we agreed it’d be better to keep someone at home – we don’t want to both end up stranded somewhere at two in the morning.

So here I am, typing away, hoping things aren’t too bad. It’s a shame that such a lovely week had to be marred by this – if nobody’s back tomorrow I might have to give the old cooking skills a bit of a spin. Goodnight.