Saturday October 23, 2004
“I think it’s all catching up on me now,” said Graham, fighting to keep his eyes open on the drive back from Boston.
“It had to sooner or later.”
“Mmmm. You’re not wrong there.”
I had to prod him awake when we pulled up on the drive.
“Oh, sorry,” he said. “I seem to have nodded off.”
“I know the feeling. Let’s get this lot unloaded and stowed away and then we can all have a nap.”
And that, broadly speaking, is what we did.