After the difficulties getting up recently, I was quite impressed with how promptly I managed to drag myself from my warm, cozy bed in the dim half-light of morning. Showered, breakfast I was heading out the door when Julian kindly texted me to tell me to get up, and driving over to Hopcroft Holt to leave my car for the nice men to fix the wheel bearing. So far, so good…

I forget what we were talking about around 7:30, when, driving down a country road towards Bletchingdon when a dark shape veers in from the left and smashes through the windscreen. A deer, and it must have been a big one, had charged across the field, scaled the hedgerow (which was not far off the height of a deer fence) hit Julian’s car and run off across the road and into the next field, leaving us with a deer shaped impression on bonet and windscreen, a defective windscreen wiper, not much left in the way of a wing mirror and a bit of fur round the edges.

Two and a half hours later, I stroll into work, leaving Julian to follow his car to Autoglass, to find that tales of our morning adventures have preceded us and already circulated the office…

So what’s for lunch? Venison?