Home, 1st October

08.30
Feel dreadful.

09.00
Worry not though, a good old reliable Premier Inn repast sorts me right out.

10.00
Wander round York. All buildings seem to be let by companies in London who refuse to answer the phone. I suppose it’s too far away for them to actually care.

10.30
Starving again. I don't usually eat anything in the mornings as I'm never up in time, so by about 11 o'clock I'm so hungry I feel sick. I would expect that a massive six course everything buffet breakfast would keep me going longer than usual, but it just doesn't bloody work. At least I know never to waste time and money on breakfasts again.

12.00
Find an amazing site, but it is literally three times the rent of anywhere we’ve seen that size. You could literally buy a house of exactly the same size every year you paid rent on it. Probably two if you were in a rough part of town.

15.00
Give up and go home. The north is tiring and I feel terrible. Will probably ask the people at York Minster if they'll let us build a club in their cathedral - it seems fairly nice. If they don't we'll probably just forget about it.