A quiet interlude

Largely peaceful day after the rest of the gang took themselves off to visit elderly relatives — my parents having concocted a cunning plan to prevent my grandmother from complaining about her age by introducing her to people older (today's relative 99!) than herself. They then went on to a party hosted by one of pater's former colleagues, where my grandmother discovered a couple people she'd known since they were children.

Left to my own devices, I spent they day trying to get over my cold and re-reading Philip Reeve's excellent Mortal Engines.