Sat in flat in East Dulwich.
Went to pub.
Had a f***ing huge lunch.
And pudding.
Went home again.
D explained how he planned to build a monster extension.
I said: why?
He could NOT build it, take six months off, think about what he wanted to do for the rest of his life, and then be at exactly the same place financially.
Only without the monster extension.
He already has four rooms for himself, dog and occasional visits from his daughter.
Any more rooms would just be swank.
Wouldn’t they?
I thought so.
Dermot thought about it for a bit.
Considered I might have a point.
Job done.
Sadly, no Pointless today!
Stroke of luck 